Death Quotes by William Shakespeare

“Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.”

— William Shakespeare

Great griefs medicine the less.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

— William Shakespeare

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

— 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

“The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are…

— William Shakespeare

“This world's a city full of straying streets, and death's the market-place where each one meets.”

— William Shakespeare

“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

“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death…

— 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

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against…

— 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

“Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

— William Shakespeare

Weigh what loss your honor may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your…

— William Shakespeare

This thought is as a death.

— William Shakespeare

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

— 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

“Good Madonna, why mournest thou? Good Fool, for my brother's death. I think his soul is in hell, Madonna. I know his…

— William Shakespeare

Done to death by slanderous tongue

— William Shakespeare

Sweets to the sweet.

— William Shakespeare

Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.

— William Shakespeare

“One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the…

— William Shakespeare

“To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?”

— William Shakespeare