Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure?

JULIUS CAESAR, III. i.

O, let the vile world end,

And the premised flames of the last day,

Knit earth and Heaven together!

2 HENRY VI. v. 2.

My grief

Stretches itself beyond the hour of death.

2 HENRY IV. iv. 4.

His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little :
And, to add greater honours to his age

Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.

HENRY VIII. iv. 2.

Even this night,-whose black contagious breath Already smokes about the burning crest

Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,

Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire.

KING JOHN, v. 4.

Shakespeare.

Nothing in his life

Became him like the leaving it: he died
As one that had been studied in his death.

MACBETH, i. 4.

Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,

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

ROMEO AND JULIET, v. 3.

Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder;
Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch
Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.

RICHARD II. iii. 2.

To wash your blood

From off my hands, here, in the view of men,
I will unfold some causes of your death.

RICHARD II. iii. 1.

Shakespeare.

Woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay ;

The worst is death,-and Death will have his day.

See them deliver'd over

To execution and the hand of Death.

RICHARD II. iii. 2.

RICHARD II. iii. 1.

There my father's grave

Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die:

Thou art too noble to conserve a life

In base appliances.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, iii. 1.

The miserable have no other medicine,

But only hope :

I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, iii. 1.

How many a holy and obsequious tear

Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye,

As interest of the dead!

SONNET Xxxi.

Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart;

And she is dead,-slander'd to death by villains.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, v. 1.

O, our lives' sweetness!

That with the pain of death we'd hourly die,

Rather than die at once!

KING LEAR, v.3.

Shakespeare.

Let him not come there

To seek out sorrow, that dwells everywhere :
Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die.

RICHARD II. i. 2.

What is thy sentence, then, but speechless death,
Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath?

RICHARD II. i. 3.

The law I bear no malice for my death:

It has done, upon the premises, but justice;

But those, that sought it, I could wish more christians.

HENRY VIII. ii. 1.

We smothered

The most replenished sweet work of nature,

That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram❜d.

RICHARD III. iv. 3.

Not that I am afraid to die; but that, my offences being many, I would repent out the remainder of nature.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, iv. 3.

Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,

And look on death itself!-Up, up, and see
The great doom's image!

MACBETH, ii. 3.

Kings and mightiest potentates must die;
For that 's the end of human misery.

1 HENRY VI. iii. 2.

Shakespeare.

How doth the king?—

Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended:
He's walk'd the way of nature,

And, to our purposes, he lives no more.

2 HENRY IV. v. 2.

Hung be the Heavens with black, yield day to night!

He was a king, bless'd of the King of kings.
The battles of the Lord of Hosts he fought.

O, Death's a great disguiser!

1 HENRY VI. i. 1.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, iv. 2.

Then is it sin,

To rush into the secret house of Death,

Ere Death dare come to us?

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, iv. 13.

For my

Thy conceit is nearer death, than thy powers. sake, hold death awhile at the arm's end.

AS YOU LIKE IT, ii. 6.

Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts:
And may that thought, when I imagine ill,