Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. — 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
I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly. — 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
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did… — 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
