Shakespeare.

More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives before : The setting sun, and music at the close,

(As the last taste of sweets) is sweetest last.

RICHARD II. ii. 1.

Just Death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.

I will; if that my fading breath permit,

1 HENRY VI. ii. 5.

And Death approach not ere my tale be done.

1 HENRY VI. ii. 5.

Heaven's vault should crack; O, she is gone for ever! She's dead as earth!

KING LEAR, v. 3.

Dost thou know who speaks to thee?—

Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,-
And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say.

3 HENRY VI. ii. 6.

O God, forgive him!

So bad a death argues a monstrous life.-
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.—
Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation.

2 HENRY VI. iii. 3.

Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!

ROMEO AND JULIET, iii. 2.

Shakespeare.

Although the duke was enemy to him,

Yet he, most christian-like, laments his death.

2 HENRY VI. iii. 2.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, i. 1.

The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is spotless reputation: that away,

Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:
Take honour from me, and my life is done.
* Mine honour let me try;

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In that I live, and for that will I die.

O me! this sight of death is as a bell
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

RICHARD II. i. 1.

ROMEO AND JULIET, v. 3.

A man's life's no more than to say, One.

HAMLET, V. 2.

The sands are number'd that make up my life!
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.

3 HENRY VI. i. 4.

Shakespeare.

SOUL.

My soul the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out

That e'er devotion tender'd!

TWELFTH NIGHT, v. 1.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,

Would men observingly distil it out.

HENRY V. iv. 1.

Hence, thou suborn'd informer!-a true soul, When most impeached, stands least in thy control.

SONNET CXXV.

O, such a deed

As from the body of contraction plucks

The very soul.

HAMLET, iii. 4.

I have done those things,

That now give evidence against my soul.

RICHARD III. i. 4.

I will not vex your souls;

Since presently your souls must part your

bodies.

RICHARD II. iii. 1.

Shakespeare.

It may be so; but yet my inward soul
Persuades me, it is otherwise.

RICHARD II. ii. 2.

Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize
The unstooping firmness of my upright soul.

RICHARD II. i. 1.

Heaven's above all; and there be souls that must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

OTHELLO, ii. 3.

God forbid, so many simple souls
Should perish by the sword!

2 HENRY VI. iv. 4.

O God, defend my soul from such foul sin!

RICHARD II. i. 1.

Now God be prais'd! that to believing souls
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!

2 HENRY VI. ii. 1.

My grief lies all within,

And these external manners of lament

Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul.

RICHARD II. iv. 1.

Shakespeare.

Our souls religiously confirm thy words.

KING JOHN, iv. 3.

And then my soul shall wait on thee to Heaven,
As it on earth hath been thy servant still.

KING JOHN, v. 7.

If Heaven have any grievous plague in store,
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O, let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe.

The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul!

I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,

RICHARD III. i. 3.

Both to my God, and to my gracious king.

Come, side by side together live and die;

HAMLET, ii. 2.

And, soul with soul from France to Heaven fly.

1 HENRY VI. iv. 5.

If, when you make your prayers,

God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
How would it fare with your departed souls?

2 HENRY VI. iv. 7.

Take good heed

You charge not, in your spleen, a noble person;
And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed.

HENRY VIII. i. 2.