The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My grief lies all within; and these external manner of laments are merely shadows of the unseen grief that swells with silence… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool, And Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“your son has paid the soldier’s price: death. He only lived long enough to become a man, and as soon as he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Of all the wonders that I have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing death, a necessary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An earnest conjuration from the King, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them like the palm might flourish, As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Are you ready, sir? Orsino. Ay; prithee, sing. [Music] 945 SONG. Feste. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
![“Are you ready, sir? Orsino. Ay; prithee, sing. [Music] 945 SONG. Feste. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. 950 My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share…” quote by William Shakespeare](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/dea/william-shakespeare-4_death_are-you-ready-sir-orsino-ay-prithee-sing_2200354.jpg)
