William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

321. Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th' Impression Fill 1/13/2003
322. Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry 1/13/2003
323. Sonnet 153: Cupid Laid By His Brand And Fell Asleep 1/13/2003
324. Sonnet 132: Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me 1/13/2003
325. Sonnet 19: Devouring Time Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/13/2003
326. Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears 1/13/2003
327. Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1/13/2003
328. Sonnet 60: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore 1/13/2003
329. When That I Was And A Little Tiny Boy 1/20/2003
330. Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing 1/13/2003
331. Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead 1/13/2003
332. Sonnet 147: My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still 1/13/2003
333. Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return In Happy Plight 1/13/2003
334. Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old 3/30/2010
335. Sonnet 142: Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate 1/13/2003
336. Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind 1/13/2003
337. Sonnet 110: Alas, 'Tis True, I Have Gone Here And There 1/13/2003
338. That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold (Sonnet 73) 1/20/2003
339. Sonnet 1: 3/30/2010
340. Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come 1/13/2003
341. Sonnet 101: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends 1/13/2003
342. Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/13/2003
343. Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair 1/13/2003
344. Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed 1/13/2003
345. Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry 1/13/2003
346. Sonnet 106: When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time 1/13/2003
347. Witches Chant (From Macbeth) 3/29/2010
348. Sonnet 10: For Shame, Deny That Thou Bear'st Love To Any 1/13/2003
349. Spring And Winter 1/4/2003
350. Sonnet 12: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time 1/13/2003
351. Sonnet 151: Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is 1/13/2003
352. Sonnet 23: As An Unperfect Actor On The Stage 1/13/2003
353. Sonnet 15: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows 1/13/2003
354. Sonnet 100: Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long 1/13/2003
355. Sonnet 129: Th' Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame 1/13/2003
356. Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea, Take Them All 1/13/2003
357. Sonnet 141: In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes 1/13/2003
358. O Never Say That I Was False Of Heart 3/29/2010
359. Sonnet 145: Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make 1/13/2003
360. Sonnet 103: Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth 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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