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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Ferdinand: Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
The endeavor of this present breath may buy
That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge
And make us heirs of all eternity.

opening line from the play Love's Labour's Lost, Act I, Scene 1, script by William Shakespeare (1598)
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Richard [aside]: So wise so young, they say do never live long.

classic line from Richard III, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1593)
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Falstaff: I never see thy face but I think upon hellfire and Dives that lived in purple, for there he is in his robes, burning, burning.

line from the play Henry IV, Act III, Scene 3, script by William Shakespeare (1597)
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Queen Gertrude: O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Hamlet: Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.

classic lines from the play Hamlet, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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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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York: The sands are number'd that make up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.

classic line from the play Henry VI, Act I, Scene 4, script by William Shakespeare (1590)
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Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time,
And fortify your self in your decay
With means more blessèd than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
To give away your self keeps your self still,
And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.

poem by William Shakespeare
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Antony: The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

line from the play The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare
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Hamlet: O good Horatio, what a wounded name, things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!

classic line from Hamlet, Act V, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Warwick: Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.

line from the play King Henry VI, Act III, Scene 3, script by William Shakespeare (1590)
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I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.

William Shakespeare in Much Ado about Nothing
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Slender: I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves.

classic lines from The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1602)
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Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws

Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix, in her blood,
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt swift-footed Time
To the wide world and all her fading sweets.
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen,
Him in thy course untainted do allow,
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.

poem by William Shakespeare
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I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

quote by William Shakespeare
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Juliet: What storm is this that blows so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter’d, and is Tybalt dead?
My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
For who is living, if those two are gone?

classic line from the play Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1597)
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O, throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half.

William Shakespeare in Hamlet
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Merrily, merrily shall I live now, under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

William Shakespeare in The Tempest
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Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free.
Then, beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse,
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thyself alone,
Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which usèd, lives th' executor to be.

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Sonnet 4

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.

poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
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