William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

161. Sonnets Vii 1/4/2003
162. Sonnet Lii 5/21/2001
163. Sonnet Cxxv 5/18/2001
164. Sonnet Cxi 5/18/2001
165. Sonnet 72: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite 1/13/2003
166. Sonnet Cxiv 5/18/2001
167. Sonnet Clii 5/18/2001
168. Sonnet Cxxix 5/18/2001
169. Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need 1/13/2003
170. Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live 1/13/2003
171. Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is 1/13/2003
172. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 3/30/2010
173. Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away 3/30/2010
174. Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be It Not Said 1/13/2003
175. Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse 1/13/2003
176. Sonnets X 1/4/2003
177. Sonnet Cvii 5/18/2001
178. Sonnet Cliii 5/18/2001
179. Sonnet Cxi: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide 1/3/2003
180. Sonnet 15: 3/30/2010
181. Sonnet 146: 3/30/2010
182. Sonnet 7: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light 1/13/2003
183. Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made 1/13/2003
184. Sonnet Cxx 5/18/2001
185. Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest 1/13/2003
186. Sonnet Civ 5/18/2001
187. Sonnet Cvi 5/18/2001
188. Sonnet Cli 5/18/2001
189. Sonnets Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds 1/1/2004
190. Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear 1/13/2003
191. Sonnet 24: “mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled…” 3/30/2010
192. Sonnet 44: If The Dull Substance Of My Flesh Were Thought 1/13/2003
193. Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write 1/13/2003
194. Sonnet 14: “not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck…” 3/30/2010
195. Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye 1/13/2003
196. Sonnet Cxii 5/18/2001
197. Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air And Purging Fire 1/13/2003
198. Sonnet Cxlvii 5/18/2001
199. Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I, When I Took My Way 1/13/2003
200. Sonnet 52: So Am I As The Rich Whose BlessÈD Key 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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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