Essential Shakespeare
Alas! Poor Yorick. I Knew Him HoratioAll Places Yield To Him Ere He Sits DownAnd Suddenly; Where Injury Of ChanceAntony %leave Thy Lascivious WassailsApril, Fr. Love's Labour's LostAre Not These WoodsArthur's BosomAutolycus SingsBalcony Scene, Fr. Romeo And JulietThe Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd ThroneThe Belly And The MembersBleeding EarthBless Our Poor Virginity From Underminers And Blowers UpBut I Do Think It Is Their Husbands' FaultsCaliban [on The Island], Fr. The TempestCome, How Wouldst Thou Praise Me?Common Mother, ThouCould Great Men ThunderThe Course Of LoveCourser And JennetThe Crickets Sing, And Man's O'er-labour'd SenseCupid An ArcherDeathDegree Being VizardedThe Dirge [for Fidele], Fr. CymbelineDost Thou ForgetEpilogueEven Or Odd Of All Days In The YearEven Or Odd Of All Days In The YearFatherA Father's FuryThe Fear Of DeathFeste's Song (1), Fr. Twelfth NightFie, Fie Upon HerForsooth, In Love! I, That Have Been Love's WhipFrailty, Thy Name Is WomanGet Thee To A Nunnery: Why Wouldst Thou Be A BreederGlamis Thou Art, And Cawdor; And Shalt BeGood Faith, This Same Young Sober-blooded Boy Doth NotGrant Them Remov'd, And Grant That This Your NoiseHad I But Died An Hour Before This ChanceHad I This CheekHad It Pleased HeavenHamlet To The PlayersHamlet's Soliloquy [on Death], Fr. HamletHamlet: Act 2, Scene 2Hamlet: Act 2, Scene 2. First PlayerHamlet: Act 4, Scene 4He Eats Nothing But Doves, Love; And That Breeds HotHe No More Remembers His Mother Now Than An Eight-year-oldHe That Will Give Good Words To Thee Will FlatterHear, Nature, Hear! Dear Goddess, Hear!Hold Up, You SlutsHotspur's Description Of A FopHow FearfulHoy-day! What A Sweep Of Vanity Comes This WayI Am Amaz'd, Methinks, And Lose My WayI Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me RoundI Cannot Tell What You And Other MenI Did Dislike The Cut Of A Certain Courtier's BeardI Do Affect The Very Ground, Which Is Base, Where Her ShoeI Do See The Bottom Of Justice Shallow. Lord, Lord!I Dream'd There Was An Emperor AnthonyI Follow Him To Serve My Turn Upon HimI Have Liv'd Long Enough: My Way Of LifeI Think Crab My Dog Be The Sourest-natured Dog That LivesI Would I Had That Corporal Soundness NowIf I Be False, Or Swerve A Hair From TruthIf I Begin The Battery Once AgainIf I Do Prove Her HaggardIf It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere WellIf Thou Wert The Lion, The Fox Would Beguile TheeInch-thick, Knee-deep, O'er Head And Ears A Fork'd OneIs There No Way For Men To Be, But WomenIs Whispering NothingIt Is The Cause, It Is The Cause, My SoulJacques And Touchstone [or, In Praise Of Jesters]King Henry Before The Field Of Saint CrispianLay Thy Finger Thus, And Let Thy Soul Be InstructedLet The Great GodsList Then. Your CousinThe Lover's Lament [or, Despair, Or, Dirge For Love]Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething BrainsA Man May See How This World Goes With No EyesMethough That I Had Broken From The TowerThe Murder, Fr. MacbethMusic, Fr. Twelfth NightNay, You Shall Hear, Master Brook, What I Have SufferedThe Night Has Been Unruly: Where We LayNo, No, No, No! Come, Let's Away To PrisonNo, No, No, No! Come, Let's Away To PrisonNo, Not An Oath: If Not The Face Of MenNow Entertain Conjecture Of A TimeNow Hear Our English KingNow Is The Winter Of Our DiscontentO Blessed Breeding Sun! Draw From The EarthO Pandarus! I Tell Thee, PandarusO Thou Foul Thief! Where Hast Thou Stow'd My Daughter?O! Beware, My Lord, Of JealousyO! Reason Not The Need; Our Basest BeggarsO! That I Thought I Could Be In A WomanO! What A Rogue And Peasant Slave Am IO, It Is Monstrous! Monstrous!Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once MoreOphelia's DeathOthello's Last WordsOur Revels Now Are Ended. These Our ActorsPastoral Lyric [or, The Pages' Song, Or, Song Sung In Arden (2)]Petrucio Is Coming, In A New Hat And An Old JerkinThe Phoenix And The TurtlePoor Naked Wretches, Whereso'er You AreThe Potency Of LoveThe Power Of MusicPrayer And Repentance [or, Remorse Of King Claudius], Fr. HamletPut Up Thy Gold: Go On -- Here's GoldThe Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strain'dThe Queen, My Lord, Is DeadThe Raven Himself Is HoarseRenew, Renew! The Fierce PolydamasReputationSafely In HarbourSeven Ages Of Man, Fr. As You Like ItShakespeare's FairiesShe Is The Fairies' Midwife, And She ComesSoliloquySong Of The Holly, Fr. As You Like ItSong, Fr. Measure For MeasureSonnet: 102Sonnet: 105Sonnet: 107Sonnet: 108Sonnet: 116Sonnet: 119Sonnet: 12Sonnet: 121Sonnet: 124Sonnet: 125Sonnet: 129Sonnet: 130Sonnet: 132Sonnet: 137Sonnet: 138Sonnet: 141Sonnet: 144Sonnet: 146Sonnet: 147Sonnet: 148Sonnet: 151Sonnet: 152Sonnet: 18Sonnet: 19Sonnet: 25Sonnet: 30Sonnet: 35Sonnet: 55Sonnet: 60Sonnet: 62Sonnet: 64Sonnet: 65Sonnet: 66Sonnet: 71Sonnet: 73Sonnet: 74Sonnet: 8Sonnet: 85Sonnet: 86Sonnet: 87Sonnet: 89Sonnet: 90Sonnet: 91Sonnet: 94Sonnet: 99SurgesSwearest Thou, Ungracious Boy?Tell Me Where Is Fancy BredA Terrible Child-bed Hast Thou Had, My DearThere, My Blessing With TheeThese Late Eclipses In The Sun And Moon Portend No GoodThese ThreeThis Castle Hath A Pleasant SeatThis Double WorshipThis Heavy-headed Revel East And WestThis Is The Excellent Foppery Of The WorldThou God Of This Great Vast, Rebuke These SurgesThou Hast Cast Away Thyself, Being Like ThyselfThou, Nature, Art My Goddess; To Thy LawThrenosThrice The Brinded Cat Hath Mew'dThy Life Did Manifest Thou Lov'dst Me NotTime Hath, My Lord, A Wallet At His BackUpon The King! Let Us Our Lives, Our SoulsThe Uses Of Ill SuccessValorVirtue! A Fig! 'tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or ThusWas The Hope DrunkWe Have Scotch'd The Snake, Not Kill'd ItWe Have Strict Statutes And Most Biting LawsWell, Say There Is No Kingdom Then For RichardWhat I Do Stare, See How The Subject QuakesWhat Need I Be So Forward With Him That Calls Not On Me?'what Three Things Does Drink Especially Provoke?What To DoWhat! Are Men Mad? Hath Nature Given Them EyesWhen A Man's Servant Shall Play The Cur With HimWhen That I As And A Little Tiny BoyWhenas Thine Eye Hath Chose The DameWhere Should This Music Be? I' The Air, Or The Earth?Where Think'st Thou He Is Now? Stands He, Or Sits HeWhere's The KingWho Gives Anything To Poor Tom?Why, Thou Wert Better In Thy GraveThe Winter's Tale, Sels.Winter, Fr. Love's Labour's LostWisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem VileWith Fairest Flowers %while Summer Lasts And I Live Here, FideleYon Island Carrions Desperate Of Their BonesYou Common Cry Of Curs! Whose Breath I HateZntony's Eulogy On Caesar--Table of Poems fromPoem Finder®--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.