“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
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseththe disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here, Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many time before their death... the valiant never tastes of death but once...- Julius Caesar — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! — 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 Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image