William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

161. Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry 1/13/2003
162. Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live 1/13/2003
163. Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View 1/13/2003
164. Sonnet 7: “lo In The Orient When The Gracious Light…” 3/30/2010
165. Sonnet 7: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light 1/13/2003
166. Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect 1/13/2003
167. Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect… 3/30/2010
168. Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead 1/13/2003
169. Sonnet 72: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite 1/13/2003
170. Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold 1/13/2003
171. Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest 1/13/2003
172. Sonnet 75: So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life 1/13/2003
173. Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride? 1/13/2003
174. Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear 1/13/2003
175. Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse 1/13/2003
176. Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid 1/13/2003
177. Sonnet 8: Music To Hear, Why Hear'st Thou Music Sadly? 1/13/2003
178. Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write 1/13/2003
179. Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make 1/13/2003
180. Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse 1/13/2003
181. Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need 1/13/2003
182. Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More 1/13/2003
183. Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More 3/30/2010
184. Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still 1/13/2003
185. Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse 1/13/2003
186. Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing 1/13/2003
187. Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light 1/13/2003
188. Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault 1/13/2003
189. Sonnet 9: Is It For Fear To Wet A Widow's Eye 1/13/2003
190. Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now 1/13/2003
191. Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill 1/13/2003
192. Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away 3/30/2010
193. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 3/30/2010
194. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 1/13/2003
195. Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/13/2003
196. Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame 1/13/2003
197. Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness 1/13/2003
198. Sonnet 97: How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been 1/13/2003
199. Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring 1/13/2003
200. Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide 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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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