Shakespeare.

I conjure thee, as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, v. 1.

Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,

Led on by Heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.

PERICLES, V. 3.

Swear, by the duty that you owe to Heaven,

To keep the oath that we administer.

RICHARD II. i. 3.

Heaven's is the quarrel; for Heaven's substitute,
His deputy anointed in His sight,

Hath caus'd his death: the which, if wrongfully,

Let Heaven revenge.

RICHARD II. i. 2.

The plants look up to Heaven, from whence

They have their nourishment.

PERICLES, i. 2.

Too much honour;

O, 't is a burden—'t is a burden,

Too heavy for a man that hopes for Heaven.

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

Shakespeare.

I have an oath in Heaven:

Shall I lay perjury upon my soul?

MERCHANT OF VENICE, iv. 1.

Canst thou dispense with Heaven for such an oath ?

2 HENRY VI. v. 1.

Like to the lark, at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at Heaven's gate.

SONNET XXix.

Shakespeare.

DEATH.

I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.—
Be absolute for death; either death, or life,

Shall thereby be the sweeter.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, iii. 1.

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.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, iii. 1.

Just Death, kind umpire of men's miseries,

With sweet enlargement, doth dismiss me hence.

1 HENRY VI. ii. 5.

Make haste, the hour of death is expiate.

Let us here embrace :

Farewell, until we meet again in Heaven.

RICHARD III. iii. 3.

Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;
And I repent my fault, more than my death;

Shakespeare.

Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled;

Away!—for Death doth hold us in pursuit.

3 HENRY VI. ii. 5.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?

And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Your death,

3 HENRY VI. v. 2.

The taste whereof, God of His mercy give you

Patience to endure.

HENRY V. ii. 2.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

RICHARD III. iii. 1.

Here, on my knee, I beg mortality,
Rather than life preserv'd with infamy.

1 HENRY VI. iv. 5.

Art thou gone too? All comfort go with thee!
For none abides with me :- -my joy is death:

Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd,
Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

2 HENRY VI. ii. 4.

O, I could prophesy,

But that the earthy and cold hand of Death

Lies on my tongue.

1 HENRY IV. v. 4.

Shakespeare.

Which I had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to

my shame.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, V. 1.

Tell me what blessings I have here alive,

That I should fear to die?

Is but a little way above our heads;

Staying for thine to keep him company.

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ROMEO AND JULIET, iii. 1.

What's yet in this,

That bears the name of life? Yet in this life

Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, iii. 1.

Grim Death, how foul and loathsome is thine image.

TAMING OF THE SHREW, i. 1.

Thus ready for the way of life or death,

I wait the sharpest blow.

PERICLES, i. 1.

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all :

All shall die.

2 HENRY IV. iii. 2.