Caesar: Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

classic line from the play The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Stephano: He that dies pays all debts.

classic line from the play The Tempest, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1611)
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Rosencrantz: The cease of majesty dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw what's near it with it.

classic line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Gonzalo: The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.

line from The Tempest, Act I, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1611)
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Hamlet: To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.

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Duke Vincento: Be absolute for death; either death or life
Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences,
That dost this habitation, where thou keep‘st,
Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death‘s fool;
For him thou labour‘st by thy flight to shun
And yet runn‘st toward him still. Thou art not noble;
For all the accommodations that thou bear‘st
Are nursed by baseness. Thou‘rt by no means valiant;
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,
And that thou oft provokest; yet grossly fear‘st
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;
For thou exist‘st on many a thousand grains
That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not;
For what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get,
And what thou hast, forget‘st. Thou art not certain;
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,

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lines from Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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Othello: I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this;
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

classic lines from Othello by William Shakespeare (1603)
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Claudio: Death is a fearful thing.

line from the play Measure for Measure, Act III, Scene 1, script by William Shakespeare (1604)
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Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

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Sonet LIV

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.

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Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumèd tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their maskèd buds discloses;
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwooed and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.

poem by William Shakespeare
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Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.

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Roderigo: It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

line from the play Othello, Act I, Scene 3, script by William Shakespeare (1603)
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Queen Gertrude: Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.

classic line from Hamlet, Act I, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Fortinbras: O proud death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell, that thou so many princes at a shot so bloodily hast struck?

classic line from Hamlet, Act V, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
Then soul live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more.
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

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Sonnet 146:

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
[……] these rebel powers that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end?
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more.
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so,
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know.
For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee,
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears believèd be.
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.

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Love comforteth, like sunshine after rain,
But lust's effect is tempest after sun;
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done;
Love surfeits not,; lust like a glutton dies,
Love is all truth; lust full of forged lies.

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Sonnet 3

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remembered not to be,
Die single and thine image dies with thee.

poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
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