William Shakespeare Quotes About Bones

• The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

  William Shakespeare

  Life, Wisdom, Men

  1599 Antony. Julius Caesar, act 3, sc.2, l.74-86.

• I love him for his sake;
  And yet I know him a notorious liar,
  Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
  Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him
  That they take place when virtue's steely bones
  Looks bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see
  Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

  William Shakespeare

  Liars, I Love Him, Thinking

  William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler (1850). “The Family Shakspeare, in One Volume: In which Nothing is Added to the Original Text, But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read in a Family”, p.217

• Full fathom five thy father lies;
  Of his bones are coral made;
  Those are pearls that were his eyes;
  Nothing of him that doth fade,
  But doth suffer a sea-change
  Into something rich and strange.
  Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
  Ding-dong.
  Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.

  William Shakespeare

  Lying, Father, Eye

  'The Tempest' (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 394

• That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?

  William Shakespeare

  Skulls, Political, Cain

  Cross, William Shakespeare (1989). “William Shakespeare: The Complete Works”, p.705, Barnes & Noble Publishing

• I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

  William Shakespeare

  War, Fighting, Flesh

  William Shakespeare (1863). “Shakespeare's plays, abridged and revised for the use of girls by R. Baughan. Book 1, containing the tragedies and historical plays”, p.12

• Chain me with roaring bears;
  Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
  O'er-covered quite with dead men's rattling bones,
  With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
  Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
  And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
  Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
  And I will do it without Fear or Doubt,
  To live an unstain'd Wife of my sweet Love.

  William Shakespeare

  Sweet, Men, Skulls

  William Shakespeare (2014). “Romeo and Juliet”, p.127, StarWalk Kids Media

• Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!

  William Shakespeare

  Heaven, Soul, England

  'King John' (1591-8) act 4, sc. 3, l. 10

• Fill all thy bones with aches.

  William Shakespeare

  Memorable, Bones, Tempest

  William Shakespeare, Edmond Malone, James Boswell, Samuel Johnson, Alexander Pope (1821). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators”, p.57

• Cursed be he that moves my bones.

  William Shakespeare

  Moving, Memorable, Bones

  Epitaph on his tomb at Stratford-on-Avon, supposed to have been chosen by himself.

• And nothing can we call our own but death
  And that small model of the barren earth
  Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
  For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
  And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Kings, Stories

  1595 Richard. Richard II, act 3, sc.2, l.148-50.

• When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Dust, Bones

  William Shakespeare, D. BARNSTORFF, T. J. GRAHAM (Translator.) (1862). “A Key to Shakespeare's Sonnets by D. Barnstorff. Translated from the German by T. J. Graham. [With the text.]”, p.62

• Beauty, wit,
  High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
  Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
  To envious and calumniating time.

  William Shakespeare

  Love, Time, Desert

  'Troilus And Cressida' (1602) act 3, sc. 3, l. 171

• Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

  William Shakespeare

  Friendship, Jesus, Tombstone

• Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!

  William Shakespeare

  Sweet, Flower, White

  'Twelfth Night' (1601) act 2, sc. 4, l. 51

• How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.

  William Shakespeare

  Money, Father, Fall

  William Shakespeare (1996). “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare”, p.476, Wordsworth Editions

• 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!

  William Shakespeare

  Men, Broken, Giving

  'Henry VIII' (1613) act 4, sc. 2, l. 21

• I have a bone to pick with Fate

  William Shakespeare

  Fate, Destiny, Bones

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