William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

121. Now The Hungry Lion Roars 3/2/2015
122. Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect… 3/30/2010
123. Sonnet Xxxviii: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/3/2003
124. Sonnet Vii 5/21/2001
125. Sonnet Xxvii 5/21/2001
126. Sonnet Xxxii: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day 1/3/2003
127. The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154) 3/29/2010
128. Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase 1/3/2003
129. Sonnet L 5/21/2001
130. Sonnets Cx: Alas, 'Tis True I Have Gone Here And There 1/1/2004
131. Sonnet Ii: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1/3/2003
132. Sonnet Iii: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest 1/3/2003
133. Sonnet Xxxiv 5/21/2001
134. Sonnet Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/3/2003
135. Sonnet Li 5/21/2001
136. Sonnet Xv: When I Consider Everything That Grows 1/3/2003
137. Sonnet Lxxxii 5/21/2001
138. Sonnets Lx: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor 1/1/2004
139. Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now 3/30/2010
140. Sonnets Ix 1/4/2003
141. St. Crispin’s Day Speech: From Henry V 3/29/2010
142. Sonnet Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/3/2003
143. Sonnet Cxlviii 5/18/2001
144. Sonnet Cxlix 5/18/2001
145. Sonnets Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/1/2004
146. Sonnets Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/1/2004
147. Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View 1/13/2003
148. Sonnet Lxxv 12/31/2002
149. Sonnet 2: 3/30/2010
150. Sonnets Vii 1/4/2003
151. Sonnets Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/1/2004
152. Sonnet Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/3/2003
153. Sonnet Cxxvi 5/18/2001
154. Sonnet Cxvii 5/18/2001
155. Sonnet Cxxiii 5/18/2001
156. Sonnets Xii 1/4/2003
157. Sonnet Cxxxi 5/18/2001
158. Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open 1/13/2003
159. Sonnet Cxliv 5/18/2001
160. Sonnet Lii 5/21/2001
Best Poem of William Shakespeare

All The World's A Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in ...

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Sonnet Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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