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Death, remembered, should be like a mirror, who tells us life is but a breath; to trust it, error.
      - William Shakespeare

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.
      - William Shakespeare

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
      - William Shakespeare

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

He that dies this year is quit for the next.
      - William Shakespeare

He that hath a will to die by himself,
  Fears it not from another.
      - William Shakespeare

How oft, when men are at the point of death,
  Have they been merry! which their keepers call
    A lightning before death.
      - William Shakespeare

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.
      - William Shakespeare

Kings and mightiest potentates must die,
  For that's the end of human misery.
      - William Shakespeare

Men must endure their going hence,
  Even as their coming hither.
      - William Shakespeare

Nothing can we call our own but death, and that small model of the barren earth which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
      - William Shakespeare

O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, shrunk to this little measure?
      - William Shakespeare

Passing through Nature to eternity.
      - William Shakespeare

The blind cave of eternal night.
      - William Shakespeare

The reconciling grave swallows distinction first, that made us foes, that all alike lie down in peace together.
      - William Shakespeare

The tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony.
      - William Shakespeare

The weariest and most loathed worldly life that age, ache, penury, and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise to what we fear of death.
      - William Shakespeare

There are few die well that die in a battle.
      - William Shakespeare

Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
      - William Shakespeare

To what base uses may we return! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till it find it, stopping a bunghole? As thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth: of earth we make loam. And why of that loam, whereto be was converted, might they not stop a beer barrel?
      - William Shakespeare

Golden lads and girls all must,
  As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
      - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline
         (Guiderius at IV, ii)

Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
  Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
    Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die,
      Passing through nature to eternity.
      - William Shakespeare,
        Hamlet Prince of Denmark
         (Gertrude, Queen of Denmark at I, ii)

Why, what should be the fear?
  I do not set my life at a pin's fee,
    And for my soul, what can it do to that,
      Being a thing immortal as itself?
      - William Shakespeare,
        Hamlet Prince of Denmark
         (Hamlet at I, iv)

Thus was I sleeping by a brother's hand
  Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispatched,
    Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
      Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled,
        No reck'ning made, but sent to my account
          With all my imperfections on my head.
      - William Shakespeare,
        Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Ghost at I, v)

To die, to sleep--
  No more--and by a sleep to day we end
    The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
      That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
        Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
          To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
            For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
              When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
                Must give us pause.
      - William Shakespeare,
        Hamlet Prince of Denmark
         (Hamlet at III, i)

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