William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

161. Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea 1/13/2003
162. Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry 1/13/2003
163. Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live 1/13/2003
164. Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View 1/13/2003
165. Sonnet 7: “lo In The Orient When The Gracious Light…” 3/30/2010
166. Sonnet 7: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light 1/13/2003
167. Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect 1/13/2003
168. Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect… 3/30/2010
169. Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead 1/13/2003
170. Sonnet 72: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite 1/13/2003
171. Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold 1/13/2003
172. Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest 1/13/2003
173. Sonnet 75: So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life 1/13/2003
174. Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride? 1/13/2003
175. Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear 1/13/2003
176. Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse 1/13/2003
177. Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid 1/13/2003
178. Sonnet 8: Music To Hear, Why Hear'st Thou Music Sadly? 1/13/2003
179. Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write 1/13/2003
180. Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make 1/13/2003
181. Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse 1/13/2003
182. Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need 1/13/2003
183. Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More 1/13/2003
184. Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More 3/30/2010
185. Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still 1/13/2003
186. Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse 1/13/2003
187. Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing 1/13/2003
188. Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light 1/13/2003
189. Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault 1/13/2003
190. Sonnet 9: Is It For Fear To Wet A Widow's Eye 1/13/2003
191. Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now 1/13/2003
192. Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill 1/13/2003
193. Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away 3/30/2010
194. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 3/30/2010
195. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 1/13/2003
196. Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/13/2003
197. Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame 1/13/2003
198. Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness 1/13/2003
199. Sonnet 97: How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been 1/13/2003
200. Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring 1/13/2003
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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