Dying Quotes by William Shakespeare

“Be not so long to speak; I long to die,”

— William Shakespeare

Speak me fair in death.

— William Shakespeare

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

— William Shakespeare

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

— William Shakespeare

The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

— William Shakespeare

Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.

— William Shakespeare

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.

— William Shakespeare

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

My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

— 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

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

An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little…

— William Shakespeare

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what…

— William Shakespeare

They say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain; For…

— William Shakespeare

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

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of…

— 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

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,…

— 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

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

O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent…

— William Shakespeare

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And…

— William Shakespeare