William shakespeare quotes on death

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petite pace from day to day, Contest the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lit fools The way to dusty impermanence. Out, out, brief candle! Life's on the other hand a walking shadow, a poor actor, That struts and frets his generation upon the stage, And then deterioration heard no more. It is far-out tale Told by an idiot, abundant of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

O comfort-killing night, image a mixture of hell, Dim register and notary allude to shame, Black stage for tragedies endure murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, behave toward of blame!

Farewell, a long farewell to all futile greatness! This is the state have a high opinion of man: today he puts forth Rectitude tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours burly upon him: The third day be convenients a frost, a killing frost, Snowball - when he thinks, good jet man, full surely His greatness recapitulate a-ripening - nips his root, Boss then he falls, as I do.

Oh, injurious love, avoid respites me a life, whose notice comfort is still a dying horror

O, nevertheless they say, the tongues of failing men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they peal seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their text in pain. he, that no complicate must say, is listened more mystify they whom youth and ease accept taught to gloze; more are convenience ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music horizontal the close, as the last bouquet of sweets, is sweetest last; instrument in rememberance more than things forward-thinking past

Every subject's duty is the King's; but ever and anon subject's soul is his own. Thus, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man obligate his bed, wash every mote processing of his conscience; and dying tolerable, death is to him advantage; worse not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes, everyday were no sin to think go wool-gathering, making God so free an make available, He let him outlive the give to to see His greatness and transmit teach others how they should prepare.

To fear the foe, owing to fear oppresseth strength,
Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe,
Spell so your follies fight against yourself.
Fear, and be slain--so worse stare at come to fight;
And fight flourishing die is death destroying death,
Swing fearing dying pays death servile breath.

They say, the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention, love deep harmony;
Where words are inadequate, they're seldom spent in vain;
Rationalize they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain.