Death Quotes by William Shakespeare

The gloomy shade of death.

— William Shakespeare

This thought is as a death.

— William Shakespeare

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

— William Shakespeare

... And death unloads thee.

— William Shakespeare

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

— William Shakespeare

Unsubstantial Death is amorous.

— William Shakespeare

“Make death proud to take us.”

— William Shakespeare

Why, thou owest god a death.

— William Shakespeare

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

— William Shakespeare

“death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns,”

— William Shakespeare

The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.

— William Shakespeare

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

— William Shakespeare

I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster!

— William Shakespeare

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!

— William Shakespeare

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.

— William Shakespeare

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

— William Shakespeare

Unless the old adage must be verified, That beggars mounted, run their horse to death.

— William Shakespeare

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

— William Shakespeare

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once.

— William Shakespeare

“Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee?”

— William Shakespeare

Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,…

— William Shakespeare

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

— William Shakespeare

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...

— William Shakespeare

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

— William Shakespeare

“O, if I say, you look upon this verse, When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my…

— William Shakespeare

My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted…

— William Shakespeare

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never…

— William Shakespeare

No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back- wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie…

— William Shakespeare

But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes…

— William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,…

— William Shakespeare

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos,…

— William Shakespeare

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make…

— William Shakespeare

“Die Welt ist nirgends außer diesen Mauern; Nur Fegefeuer, Qual, die Hölle selbst. Von hier verbannt, ist aus der Welt verbannt, Und…

— William Shakespeare

Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But 'banished' to kill me--'banished'?…

— William Shakespeare

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin…

— William Shakespeare

“I do believe you think what now you speak, but what we do determine oft we break. Purpose is but the slave…

— William Shakespeare

“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows…

— William Shakespeare

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound,…

— William Shakespeare

“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that…

— William Shakespeare

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace fromday to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all…

— William Shakespeare