William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

161. Sonnet 72: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite 1/13/2003
162. Sonnet Cxiv 5/18/2001
163. Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open 1/13/2003
164. Sonnet Lxxv 12/31/2002
165. Sonnet Clii 5/18/2001
166. Sonnet Cxxix 5/18/2001
167. Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need 1/13/2003
168. Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live 1/13/2003
169. Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is 1/13/2003
170. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 3/30/2010
171. Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away 3/30/2010
172. Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be It Not Said 1/13/2003
173. Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse 1/13/2003
174. Sonnets X 1/4/2003
175. Sonnet Cvii 5/18/2001
176. Sonnet Cliii 5/18/2001
177. Helen's Soliloqy (All's Well That Ends Well) 3/3/2015
178. Sonnet Cxi: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide 1/3/2003
179. Sonnet 15: 3/30/2010
180. Sonnet 146: 3/30/2010
181. Sonnet 7: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light 1/13/2003
182. Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made 1/13/2003
183. Sonnet Cxx 5/18/2001
184. Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest 1/13/2003
185. Sonnet Lii 5/21/2001
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 44: If The Dull Substance Of My Flesh Were Thought 1/13/2003
192. Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write 1/13/2003
193. Sonnet 14: “not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck…” 3/30/2010
194. Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye 1/13/2003
195. Sonnet Cxii 5/18/2001
196. Sonnet Cxxviii 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 52: So Am I As The Rich Whose BlessÈD Key 1/13/2003
200. Sonnet Cxxii 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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