William Shakespeare - Death Quotes

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I am a tainted wether of the flock,
Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit
Drops earliest to the ground.

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My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

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In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

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They are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

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Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself! up, up, and see
The great doom's image!

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The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.

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Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is seen so terrible!

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A man can die but once; we owe God a death.

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An earnest conjuration from the King,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
And many such-like as's of great charge,
That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
Without debatement further, more or less,
He should the bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving time allow'd.

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I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.

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I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
monster!

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The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' th'air; strange screams of death.

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Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life

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The worst is death, and death will have his day.

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Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath:
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

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Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry.

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

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

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If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.

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If it be aught toward the general good, Set honor in one eye and death i' th' other, And I will look on both indifferently; For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honor more than I fear death.

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Claudio: Death is a fearful thing.
Isabella: And shamed life a hateful.
Claudio: Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot.

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How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death.

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Methought I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

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For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error.

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This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

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O proud death!
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell?

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Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

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I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is: I were better to be eaten to death with rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

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But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

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Seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

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