Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, 'Enough, enough, and die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul will pity me. — 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
The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For goodness, growing to a plurisy, Dies in his own too much: that we would do We should do when we would;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 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
I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not… — 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
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to. — 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
