Category: William Shakespeare

Here you will Find all the Poems and Quotations Of William Shakespeare.

Witches Chant (From Macbeth) by William Shakespeare

Round about the couldron go:In the poisones entrails throw.Toad,that under cold stoneDays and nights has thirty-oneSweated venom sleeping got,Boil thou first in the charmed pot.Double,double toil and trouble;Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake,In the cauldron boil and bake;Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and tongue of dog,Adder’s fork

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William Shakespeare Epitaph by William Shakespeare

Good frend for Iesvs sake forebeare,To digg the dvst encloased heare.Bleste be Middle English the.svg man Middle English that.svg spares thes stones,And cvrst be he Middle English that.svg moves my bones. In modern spelling: Good friend for Jesus sake forbear,To dig the dust enclosed here.Blessed be the man that spares these stones,And cursed be he

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When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30) by William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,And moan

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When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men’s Eyes by William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself and curse my fate,wishing me like to one more rich in hope,Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,With what I most enjoy contented

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Under The Greenwood Tree by William Shakespeare

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird’s throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun,And loves to live i’ the sun,Seeking the food he eats,And pleas’d with what he gets,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall

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