William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

121. Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect… 3/30/2010
122. Sonnet Xxxviii: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/3/2003
123. The Passionate Pilgrim 3/29/2010
124. Sonnet Xxvii 5/21/2001
125. Sonnet Vii 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 Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/3/2003
134. Sonnet Xxxiv 5/21/2001
135. Sonnets Lx: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor 1/1/2004
136. Sonnets Ix 1/4/2003
137. Sonnet Li 5/21/2001
138. Sonnet Xv: When I Consider Everything That Grows 1/3/2003
139. Sonnet Lxxxii 5/21/2001
140. Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now 3/30/2010
141. Sonnet Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/3/2003
142. Sonnet Cxlix 5/18/2001
143. Sonnet Cxlviii 5/18/2001
144. Sonnets Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/1/2004
145. Sonnet Cxiii 5/18/2001
146. Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View 1/13/2003
147. Sonnet Lxxv 12/31/2002
148. Sonnet 2: 3/30/2010
149. Sonnets Vii 1/4/2003
150. Sonnets Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/1/2004
151. Sonnets Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/1/2004
152. St. Crispin’s Day Speech: From Henry V 3/29/2010
153. Sonnet Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/3/2003
154. Sonnet Cxxvi 5/18/2001
155. Sonnet Cxvii 5/18/2001
156. Sonnet Cxxiii 5/18/2001
157. Sonnets Xii 1/4/2003
158. Sonnet Cxxxi 5/18/2001
159. Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open 1/13/2003
160. Sonnet Cxliv 5/18/2001
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 Li

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;

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