Shakespeare.

Take hence that traitor from our sight,
For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt:
And God, in justice, hath reveal'd to us
The truth and innocence of this poor fellow.

2 HENRY VI. ii. 3.

O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,

Thus in a chapel lying!

CYMBELINE, ii. 2.

They have said their prayers, and they stay for death.

HENRY V. iv. 2.

Smile, gentle Heaven! or strike, ungentle Death;

For this world frowns.

3 HENRY VI. ii. 3.

Make peace with God, for you must die.

RICHARD III. i. 4.

Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Leaves them insensible: and his siege is now Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds.

I repent:

KING JOHN, v. 7.

There is no sure foundation set in blood;
No certain life achiev'd by others' death.

KING JOHN, iv. 2.

Think you, I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?

KING JOHN, iv. 2.

And, when old Time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument.

HENRY VIII. ii. 1.

God knows, how long it is I have to live :
And it has pleas'd Him that three times to-day
You have defended me from imminent death.

2 HENRY VI. v. 3.

"T is a vile thing to die,

When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it.

RICHARD III. iii. 2.

Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head:
They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead.

RICHARD III. iii. 4.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear:

Seeing that death, a necessary end,

Will come, when it will come.

JULIUS CÆSAR, ii. 2.

This fell sergeant, Death, is strict in his arrest.

HAMLET, V. 2.

Shakespeare.

Bear from hence his body,

And mourn you for him: let him be regarded
As the most noble corse, that ever herald

Did follow to his urn.

CORIOLANUS, v. 5.

Those whom you curse,

Have felt the worst of Death's destroying wound, And lie full low, grav'd in the hollow ground.

RICHARD II. iii. 2.

According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.

JULIUS CÆSAR, v. 5.

For Heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

RICHARD II. iii. 2.

For within the hollow crown,

That rounds the mortal temples of a king,
Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp;
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,

To monarchise.

RICHARD II. iii. 2.

Shakespeare.

To die, is to be banish'd from myself.

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, iii. 1.

He that cuts off twenty years of life,

Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

JULIUS CÆSAR, iii. 1.

By medicine, life may be prolong'd, yet Death
Will seize the doctor too.

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

CYMBELINE, V. 5.

Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

ROMEO AND JULIET, iv. 5.

These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun.

3 HENRY VI. v. 2.

Dar'st thou die?

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, iii. 1.

Where art thou, Death?

Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, v. 2.

Good night, sweet prince;

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

HAMLET, V. 2.

Shakespeare.

Nothing can we call our own, but death,
And that small model of the barrren earth,
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

RICHARD II. iii. 2.

Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

RICHARD II. ii. 1.

So, now prosperity begins to mellow,
And drop into the rotten mouth of Death.

RICHARD III. iv. 4.

Death remember'd, should be like a mirror,

Who tells us, life's but breath; to trust it, error.

PERICLES, i. 1.

He should the bearers put to sudden death.

HAMLET, V. 2.

To whom he gave these words,— "O father Abbott,

An old man, broken with the storms of state,

Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!"

So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness
Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this,
About the hour of eight (which he himself
Foretold should be his last), full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.

HENRY VIII. iv. 2.