Death Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 10

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

— William Shakespeare

Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

— William Shakespeare

Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th'…

— William Shakespeare

I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a league till death.

— William Shakespeare

Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden.

— William Shakespeare

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

— William Shakespeare

“My grief lies all within; and these external manner of laments are merely shadows of the unseen grief that swells with silence…

— William Shakespeare

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

— 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

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end.

— 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

Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.

— 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

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

— William Shakespeare

“Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare