O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the… — 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
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — 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
“I know not love' quoth he, 'nor will not know it, Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it. 'Tis… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“I do believe you think what now you speak, but what we do determine oft we break. Purpose is but the slave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound,… — 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
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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
