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Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
— William Shakespeare quotes about death
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
He was an man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again.
I do not to set my life at a pin's fee; Being a thing immortal as itself?
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, With all my imperfections on my head.
To die:—to sleep: Devoutly to be wished.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Must give us pause.
Who would fardels bear, Than fly to others that we know not of?
We should profane the service of the dead, As to peace-parted souls.
O proud death, So bloodily hast, struck?
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;Will come when it will come.
That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
He that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
We must die, Messala: I have the patience to endure it now.
Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.
What's yet in this, That makes these odds all even.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot.
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, Imagine howling; 'tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life To what we fear of death.
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; The worst is death, and death will have his day.
Let's choose executors and talk of wills: Save our desposed bodies to the ground?
Nothing can we call our own but death Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Within the hollow crown Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp.
And there at Venice gave Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Go thou, and fill another room in hell. Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
How oft, when men are at the point of death, A lightning before death.
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Eyes, look your last! A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Come, let us take a muster speedily: Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
A man can die but once; we owe God a death.
What, is the old king dead? As nail in door.
Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
My sick heart shows And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Death, death; oh, amiable, lovely death! Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest.
We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.
Have I not hideous death within my view, Resolveth from its figure 'gainst the fire?
O, our lives' sweetness! Rather than die at once!
Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Can touch him further.
I am a tainted wether of the flock, Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me.
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared and look not for it.
The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
He that dies pays all debts.
Come away, come away, death, Did share it.
The youth that you see here I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death.
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day,To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
