Death Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 7

“Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top full…

— William Shakespeare

Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

— William Shakespeare

Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as…

— William Shakespeare

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within…

— William Shakespeare

“Lips, let sour words go by and language end: What is amiss plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works and…

— William Shakespeare

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

— William Shakespeare

The worst is death, and death will have his day.

— William Shakespeare

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And…

— William Shakespeare

Speak me fair in death.

— William Shakespeare

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

— William Shakespeare

... And death unloads thee.

— William Shakespeare

Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.

— William Shakespeare

“Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,…

— William Shakespeare

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

— William Shakespeare

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

— William Shakespeare

“The death of each days life”

— William Shakespeare

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

— William Shakespeare

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos,…

— William Shakespeare

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.

— William Shakespeare

“Are you ready, sir? Orsino. Ay; prithee, sing. [Music] 945 SONG. Feste. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let…

— William Shakespeare

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

— William Shakespeare

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

— William Shakespeare

Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious…

— William Shakespeare