Biography
William Shakespeare (1564–1616) is widely regarded as the preeminent figure of English literature and one of the most influential dramatists in history. His extensive body of work, comprising thirty-nine plays, one hundred fifty-four sonnets, and several narrative poems, represents a remarkable fusion of linguistic innovation, psychological depth, and dramatic versatility. Spanning the genres of tragedy, comedy, and history, Shakespeare’s works explore enduring themes of power, morality, ambition, love, and identity, rendering him a timeless voice in world literature.
His tragedies—Hamlet, Macbeth, Othello, and King Lear—probe the complexities of human nature with philosophical insight, while comedies such as A Midsummer Night’s Dream and As You Like It exhibit mastery of wit, irony, and intricate plotting. The history plays, including Richard III and Henry V, dramatize England’s political and dynastic struggles, reflecting a profound engagement with national identity and governance.
Shakespeare’s contributions to the English language are unparalleled, with many of his phrases and expressions entering common usage. The publication of the First Folio in 1623, seven years after his death, ensured the preservation of his plays and solidified his position as a cornerstone of Western literary tradition. His works remain central to literary scholarship and continue to inspire performance, adaptation, and critical study worldwide.
Plays by William Shakespeare
Poems by William Shakespeare
- My Butterfly
- Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase
- Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old
- Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time
- Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
- Sonnet 109: O! never say that I was false of heart
- Sonnet 110: Alas, ’tis true I have gone here and there
- Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
- Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time
- Sonnet 121: ‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
- Sonnet 123: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
- Sonnet 125: Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy
- Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy pow’r
- Sonnet 129: Th’expense of spirit in a waste of shame
- Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
- Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
- Sonnet 134: So now I have confessed that he is thine
- Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
- Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth
- Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong
- Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
- Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
- Sonnet 144: Two loves I have of comfort and despair
- Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
- Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still
- Sonnet 15: When I consider everything that grows
- Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
- Sonnet 19: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws
- Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
- Sonnet 20: A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted
- Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars
- Sonnet 29: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
- Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
- Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
- Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day
- Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen
- Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
- Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
- Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
- Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made
- Sonnet 55: Not marble nor the gilded monuments
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend
- Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d
- Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
- Sonnet 66: Tir’d with all these, for restful death I cry
- Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
- Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold
- Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride
- Sonnet 87: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
- Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none
- Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been
- Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring

