Death Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 5

But I will be, A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed.

— William Shakespeare

Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.

— William Shakespeare

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?

— William Shakespeare

Grief best is pleased with grief's society ...

— William Shakespeare

Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is seen so terrible!

— William Shakespeare

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

“Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.”

— William Shakespeare

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...

— William Shakespeare

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

— William Shakespeare

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

— William Shakespeare

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what…

— William Shakespeare

“One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the…

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but…

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;…

— William Shakespeare

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When…

— William Shakespeare

“There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring [making music] to the…

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Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward…

— William Shakespeare

“A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most…

— William Shakespeare

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And…

— William Shakespeare

“My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted…

— William Shakespeare

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which…

— William Shakespeare

“For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been…

— William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a…

— William Shakespeare

“Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy…

— William Shakespeare

“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven!…

— William Shakespeare

Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of…

— 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

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

— William Shakespeare

Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden.

— William Shakespeare

Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.

— William Shakespeare

There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.

— William Shakespeare

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

— William Shakespeare

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor mortals mad!

— William Shakespeare

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

— William Shakespeare