William Shakespeare Mortal Quotations

Within the hollow crownThat rounds the mortal temples of a kingKeeps Death his court.

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

O God! methinks it were a happy life,To be no better than a homely swain;To sit upon a hill, as I do now,To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,Thereby to see the minutes how they run,How many make the hour full complete;How many hours bring about the day;How many days will finish up the year;How many years a mortal man may live.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause; there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.