“death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns,” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault: Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Unless the old adage must be verified, That beggars mounted, run their horse to death. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back- wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence and medicine power. For this, being smelt, with that part cheers… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top full… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
An earnest conjuration from the King, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them like the palm might flourish, As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too. — 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
