As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
That strain again it had a dying fall.
No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress-
Death, death; O amiable lovely death!
O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
My brother killed no man-his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God
My joy is death-
Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard,
Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
Now if you have a station in the file,
Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say it,
And I will put that business in your bosoms
Whose execution takes your enemy off,
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Death is the fairest cover for her shame
That may be wish'd for.
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars and intend their death.
An earnest conjuration from the King,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
And many such-like as's of great charge,
That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
Without debatement further, more or less,
He should the bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving time allow'd.
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear.
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips;
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.
Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man
in his bed- wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so,
death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly
lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes
it were not sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He
let him outlive that day to see His greatness, and to teach
others how they should prepare.
My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparalleled.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Learn, good soul,
To think our former state a happy dream;
From which awak'd, the truth of what we are
Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,
To grim Necessity; and he and
Will keep a league till death.
I would fain die a dry death.
You must be so good, sir,
to rise and be put to death.
Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.
Just death, kind umpire of mens miseries.
First, her father slain;
Next, Your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; Poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair-judgment,
Without the which we are Pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as such containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France;
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
Feeds on his wonder, keep, himself in clouds,
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
Will nothing stick Our person to arraign
In ear and ear.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Methought I heard a voice cry Sleep no more Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief n
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fearSeeing that death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.
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