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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

1564 - 1616William Shakespeare was an English playwright, poet and actor. He is widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's greatest dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon" (or simply "the Bard"). His extant works, including collaborations, consist of some 39 plays, 154 sonnets, three long narrative poems, and a few other verses, some of uncertain authorship. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright. His works continue to be studied and reinterpreted. Shakespeare was born and raised in Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire. At the age of 18, he married Anne Hathaway, with whom he had three children: Susanna and twins Hamnet and Judith. Sometime between 1585 and 1592, he began a successful career in London as an actor, writer, and part-owner of a playing company called the Lord Chamberlain's Men, later known as the King's Men. At age 49 (around 1613), he appears to have retired to Stratford, where he died three years later. Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive; this has stimulated considerable speculation about such matters as his physical appearance, his sexuality, his religious beliefs and whether the works attributed to him were written by others.Read more on Wikipedia


A Lover's Complaint
The Passionate Pilgrim
The Phoenix and the Turtle
The Rape of Lucrece
The Sonnets C - Where art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long
The Sonnets CI - O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
The Sonnets CII - My love is strengthend, though more weak in seeming
The Sonnets CIII - Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth
The Sonnets CIV - To me, fair friend, you never can be old
The Sonnets CIX - O! never say that I was false of heart
The Sonnets CL - O! from what power hast thou this powerful might
The Sonnets CLI - Love is too young to know what conscience is
The Sonnets CLII - In loving thee thou knowst I am forsworn
The Sonnets CLIII - Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
The Sonnets CLIV - The little Love-god lying once asleep
The Sonnets CV - Let not my love be calld idolatry
The Sonnets CVI - When in the chronicle of wasted time
The Sonnets CVII - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
The Sonnets CVIII - Whats in the brain, that ink may character
The Sonnets CX - Alas! tis true, I have gone here and there
The Sonnets CXI - O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide
The Sonnets CXII - Your love and pity doth the impression fill
The Sonnets CXIII - Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
The Sonnets CXIV - Or whether doth my mind, being crownd with you
The Sonnets CXIX - What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
The Sonnets CXL - Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
The Sonnets CXLI - In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes
The Sonnets CXLII - Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
The Sonnets CXLIII - Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
The Sonnets CXLIV - Two loves I have of comfort and despair
The Sonnets CXLIX - Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not
The Sonnets CXLV - Those lips that Loves own hand did make
The Sonnets CXLVI - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
The Sonnets CXLVII - My love is as a fever longing still
The Sonnets CXLVIII - O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head
The Sonnets CXV - Those lines that I before have writ do lie
The Sonnets CXVI - Let me not to the marriage of true minds
The Sonnets CXVII - Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
The Sonnets CXVIII - Like as, to make our appetite more keen
The Sonnets CXX - That you were once unkind befriends me now
The Sonnets CXXI - Tis better to be vile than vile esteemd
The Sonnets CXXII - Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
The Sonnets CXXIII - No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
The Sonnets CXXIV - If my dear love were but the child of state
The Sonnets CXXIX - The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
The Sonnets CXXV - Weret aught to me I bore the canopy
The Sonnets CXXVI - O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
The Sonnets CXXVII - In the old age black was not counted fair
The Sonnets CXXVIII - How oft when thou, my music, music playst
The Sonnets CXXX - My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun
The Sonnets CXXXI - Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
The Sonnets CXXXII - Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
The Sonnets CXXXIII - Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
The Sonnets CXXXIV - So, now I have confessd that he is thine
The Sonnets CXXXIX - O! call not me to justify the wrong
The Sonnets CXXXV - Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
The Sonnets CXXXVI - If thy soul check thee that I come so near
The Sonnets CXXXVII - Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
The Sonnets CXXXVIII - When my love swears that she is made of truth
The Sonnets I - From fairest creatures we desire increase
The Sonnets II - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
The Sonnets III - Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
The Sonnets IV - Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
The Sonnets IX - Is it for fear to wet a widows eye
The Sonnets L - How heavy do I journey on the way
The Sonnets LI - Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
The Sonnets LII - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
The Sonnets LIII - What is your substance, whereof are you made
The Sonnets LIV - O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
The Sonnets LIX - If there be nothing new, but that which is
The Sonnets LV - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
The Sonnets LVI - Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
The Sonnets LVII - Being your slave what should I do but tend
The Sonnets LVIII - That god forbid, that made me first your slave
The Sonnets LX - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
The Sonnets LXI - Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
The Sonnets LXII - Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
The Sonnets LXIII - Against my love shall be as I am now
The Sonnets LXIV - When I have seen by Times fell hand defacd
The Sonnets LXIX - Those parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view
The Sonnets LXV - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
The Sonnets LXVI - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
The Sonnets LXVII - Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
The Sonnets LXVIII - Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
The Sonnets LXX - That thou art blamd shall not be thy defect
The Sonnets LXXI - No longer mourn for me when I am dead
The Sonnets LXXII - O! lest the world should task you to recite
The Sonnets LXXIII - That time of year thou mayst in me behold
The Sonnets LXXIV - But be contented: when that fell arrest
The Sonnets LXXIX - Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
The Sonnets LXXV - So are you to my thoughts as food to life
The Sonnets LXXVI - Why is my verse so barren of new pride
The Sonnets LXXVII - Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
The Sonnets LXXVIII - So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
The Sonnets LXXX - O! how I faint when I of you do write
The Sonnets LXXXI - Or I shall live your epitaph to make
The Sonnets LXXXII - I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
The Sonnets LXXXIII - I never saw that you did painting need
The Sonnets LXXXIV - Who is it that says most, which can say more
The Sonnets LXXXIX - Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
The Sonnets LXXXV - My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
The Sonnets LXXXVI - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
The Sonnets LXXXVII - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
The Sonnets LXXXVIII - When thou shalt be disposd to set me light
The Sonnets V - Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The Sonnets VI - Then let not winters ragged hand deface
The Sonnets VII - Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
The Sonnets VIII - Music to hear, why hearst thou music sadly?
The Sonnets X - For shame! deny that thou bearst love to any
The Sonnets XC - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
The Sonnets XCI - Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
The Sonnets XCII - But do thy worst to steal thyself away
The Sonnets XCIII - So shall I live, supposing thou art true
The Sonnets XCIV - They that have power to hurt, and will do none
The Sonnets XCIX - The forward violet thus did I chide
The Sonnets XCV - How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
The Sonnets XCVI - Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
The Sonnets XCVII - How like a winter hath my absence been
The Sonnets XCVIII - From you have I been absent in the spring
The Sonnets XI - As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growst
The Sonnets XII - When I do count the clock that tells the time
The Sonnets XIII - O! that you were your self; but, love you are
The Sonnets XIV - Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
The Sonnets XIX - Devouring Time, blunt thou the lions paws
The Sonnets XL - Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
The Sonnets XLI - Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
The Sonnets XLII - That thou hast her it is not all my grief
The Sonnets XLIII - When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
The Sonnets XLIV - If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
The Sonnets XLIX - Against that time, if ever that time come
The Sonnets XLV - The other two, slight air, and purging fire
The Sonnets XLVI - Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
The Sonnets XLVII - Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
The Sonnets XLVIII - How careful was I when I took my way
The Sonnets XV - When I consider every thing that grows
The Sonnets XVI - But wherefore do not you a mightier way
The Sonnets XVII - Who will believe my verse in time to come
The Sonnets XVIII - Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
The Sonnets XX - A womans face with natures own hand painted
The Sonnets XXI - So is it not with me as with that Muse
The Sonnets XXII - My glass shall not persuade me I am old
The Sonnets XXIII - As an unperfect actor on the stage
The Sonnets XXIV - Mine eye hath playd the painter and hath stelld
The Sonnets XXIX - When in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes
The Sonnets XXV - Let those who are in favour with their stars
The Sonnets XXVI - Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
The Sonnets XXVII - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
The Sonnets XXVIII - How can I then return in happy plight
The Sonnets XXX - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
The Sonnets XXXI - Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
The Sonnets XXXII - If thou survive my well-contented day
The Sonnets XXXIII - Full many a glorious morning have I seen
The Sonnets XXXIV - Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
The Sonnets XXXIX - O! how thy worth with manners may I sing
The Sonnets XXXV - No more be grievd at that which thou hast done
The Sonnets XXXVI - Let me confess that we two must be twain
The Sonnets XXXVII - As a decrepit father takes delight
The Sonnets XXXVIII - How can my muse want subject to invent
Venus and Adonis