Death Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 5

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

— William Shakespeare

Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

— William Shakespeare

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

— William Shakespeare

The valiant never taste of death but once.

— William Shakespeare

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

— William Shakespeare

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.

— William Shakespeare

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.

— William Shakespeare

“Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.”

— William Shakespeare

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.

— William Shakespeare

Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?

— William Shakespeare

“What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.”

— William Shakespeare

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

— William Shakespeare

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what…

— William Shakespeare

The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.

— William Shakespeare

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed:…

— William Shakespeare

After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

— William Shakespeare

“o here will i set of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of innauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes…

— William Shakespeare

Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which…

— William Shakespeare

Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold…

— William Shakespeare

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like…

— William Shakespeare

“These are the ushers of Martius: before him He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears. Death, that dark spirit, in's…

— William Shakespeare

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and…

— William Shakespeare

“All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to…

— William Shakespeare

“What is thy body but a swallowing grave, Seeming to bury that posterity Which, by the rights of time, thou needs must…

— William Shakespeare

“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven!…

— William Shakespeare

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a…

— William Shakespeare

“For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been…

— 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

Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood…

— William Shakespeare

The bay-trees in our country are all withered, And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven. The pale-faced moon looks bloody on…

— William Shakespeare

I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.

— William Shakespeare

Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

— William Shakespeare

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

— William Shakespeare

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

— William Shakespeare

Even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering.

— William Shakespeare

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

— William Shakespeare

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die.

— William Shakespeare

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

— William Shakespeare