"Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death."

"What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even."

"Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter."

"Dar'st thou die? The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies."

"He that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death."

"That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon."

"We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now."

"If I must die I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms."

"O proud death, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes at a shot So bloodily hast, struck?"

"We should profane the service of the dead, To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted souls."

"When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."

"For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause."

"To die:—to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished."

"Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life; 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?"

"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come."

"Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot."

"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; And, for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?"

"To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence roundabout The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling; 'tis too horrible!"

"Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd; No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head."

"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."

"For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again."

"The youth that you see here I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death."

"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. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long."

"He that dies pays all debts."

"The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death."

"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. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Oh, prepare it! My part of death no one so true Did share it."

"Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail."

"I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me."

"Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night."

"Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it."

"O, our lives' sweetness! That we the pain of death would hourly die Rather than die at once!"

"After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further."

"'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared and look not for it."

"He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace."

"Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must."

"Death, death; oh, amiable, lovely death! Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smilest."

"He dies, and makes no sign."

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

"My sick heart shows That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle; Under whose shade the ramping lion slept: Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind."

"We cannot hold mortality's strong hand."

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

"And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherish'd, still the nearer death."

"What, is the old king dead? As nail in door."

"A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' th' tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. "How now, Sir John?" quoth I: "what, man! be o' good cheer." So a' cried out—"God, God, God!" three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet."

"Have I not hideous death within my view, Retaining but a quantity of life Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Resolveth from its figure 'gainst the fire?"

"The Court is to pronounce according to the apparent intent of the testator, but that intent must be found in the words of the will, and is not to be collected by conjecture dehors the will."

"It is from the words, and from the context, not from the punctuation, that the sense must be collected."