A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But here must end the story of my life, And happy were I in my timely death Could all my travels warrant… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
If it be aught toward the general good, Set honor in one eye and death i' th' other, And I will look… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“your son has paid the soldier’s price: death. He only lived long enough to become a man, and as soon as he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing. — 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