Dies Quotes by William Shakespeare

I almost die for food, and let me have it!

— William Shakespeare

I hope to see London once ere I die.

— William Shakespeare

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

— William Shakespeare

A man can die but once.

— William Shakespeare

He that dies pays all debts.

— William Shakespeare

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

— William Shakespeare

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!

— William Shakespeare

The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.

— William Shakespeare

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

— William Shakespeare

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

— William Shakespeare

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

— William Shakespeare

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

— William Shakespeare

Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, 'Enough, enough, and die.

— William Shakespeare

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

— William Shakespeare

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks…

— William Shakespeare

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

— William Shakespeare

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

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

— William Shakespeare

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang…

— William Shakespeare

I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And if I die no soul will pity me: And wherefore should they,…

— William Shakespeare

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

— William Shakespeare

“For goodness, growing to a plurisy, Dies in his own too much: that we would do We should do when we would;…

— William Shakespeare

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against…

— William Shakespeare

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is…

— William Shakespeare

Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion…

— William Shakespeare

Experience teacheth us That resolution 's a sole help at need: And this, my lord, our honour teacheth us, That we be…

— William Shakespeare

“Who lives that's not depraved or depraves? Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves Of their friends' gift? I…

— William Shakespeare

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not…

— William Shakespeare

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows…

— William Shakespeare

In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.

— William Shakespeare

Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough.

— William Shakespeare

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

— William Shakespeare

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

— William Shakespeare

Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.

— William Shakespeare

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.

— William Shakespeare

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies

— William Shakespeare

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd…

— William Shakespeare

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

— William Shakespeare

So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving.

— William Shakespeare

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which…

— William Shakespeare