Death Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 5

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

— William Shakespeare

No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back- wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie…

— William Shakespeare

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.

— William Shakespeare

“To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life.”

— William Shakespeare

I would fain die a dry death.

— William Shakespeare

In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Patch grief with proverbs.

— William Shakespeare

O wretched state! o bosom black as death!

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

“Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.”

— William Shakespeare

But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes…

— 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

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold…

— William Shakespeare

On pain of death, no person be so bold.

— William Shakespeare

O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!

— William Shakespeare

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

— William Shakespeare

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

— William Shakespeare

“O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hopes in air…

— William Shakespeare

“Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence and medicine power. For this, being smelt, with that part cheers…

— William Shakespeare

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause;…

— William Shakespeare

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals'…

— William Shakespeare

“As you all know, Security Is Mortals chiefest Enemy.”

— William Shakespeare

Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion…

— William Shakespeare