All The World's A Stage - Poem by William Shakespeare

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,

A Fairy Song - Poem by William Shakespeare

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18) - Poem by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene III) - Poem by William Shakespeare

O mistress mine, where are you roaming? 
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming 
That can sing both high and low; 
Trip no further, pretty sweeting, 
Journey's end in lovers' meeting- 
Every wise man's son doth know. 

Fear No More - Poem by William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o' the sun; 
Nor the furious winter's rages, 
Thou thy worldly task hast done, 
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; 
Golden lads and girls all must, 
As chimney sweepers come to dust. 

A Lover's Complaint - Poem by William Shakespeare

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind - Poem by William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind 
Thou art not so unkind 
As man's ingratitude; 
Thy tooth is not so keen, 
Because thou art not seen, 
Although thy breath be rude. 

Hark! Hark! The Lark - Poem by William Shakespeare

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise! 

Sonnet 116: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds - Poem by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

Bridal Song - Poem by William Shakespeare

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, 
Not royal in their smells alone, 
   But in their hue; 
Maiden pinks, of odour faint, 
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, 
   And sweet thyme true; 

Full Fathom Five - Poem by William Shakespeare

Full fathom five thy father lies; 
Of his bones are coral made; 
Those are pearls that were his eyes: 
Nothing of him that doth fade 
But doth suffer a sea-change 
Into something rich and strange. 
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: 
Ding-dong. 
Hark! now I hear them,--ding-dong, bell. 

Love - Poem by William Shakespeare

TELL me where is Fancy bred, 
Or in the heart or in the head? 
How begot, how nourished? 
   Reply, reply. 
It is engender'd in the eyes, 
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies 
In the cradle where it lies. 
   Let us all ring Fancy's knell: 
   I'll begin it,--Ding, dong, bell. 
All. Ding, dong, bell. 

A Madrigal - Poem by William Shakespeare

Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,

Aubade - Poem by William Shakespeare

HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, 
   And Phoebus 'gins arise, 
His steeds to water at those springs 
   On chaliced flowers that lies; 

Winter - Poem by William Shakespeare

When icicles hang by the wall 
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail 
And Tom bears logs into the hall, 
And milk comes frozen home in pail, 
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul, 
Then nightly sings the staring owl, 
Tu-who; 

Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth - Poem by William Shakespeare

When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the world's false subtleties.

Dirge - Poem by William Shakespeare

COME away, come away, death, 
   And in sad cypres let me be laid; 
Fly away, fly away, breath; 
   I am slain by a fair cruel maid. 
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 

Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? - Poem by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

Fairy Land 1 - Poem by William Shakespeare

OVER hill, over dale, 
   Thorough bush, thorough brier, 
   Over park, over pale, 
   Thorough flood, thorough fire, 
   I do wander everywhere, 
   Swifter than the moone's sphere; 

From Venus And Adonis - Poem by William Shakespeare

But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,
A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,
Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,
And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud;
The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree,
Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.