Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing. — William ShakespeareSonnet · PoemFarewell, thou art too dear for my possessing.William ShakespeareShakespeare's Sonnets · 1609★ 2.3Other tags relating to this quoteTopicLetting someone goStatement typeGoodbyeMediumSonnetPoemTime1609The RenaissancePersonWilliam ShakespeareProvenanceCurrent citationShakespeare, William. "The Sonnets." The Norton Shakespeare, edited by Stephen Greenblatt, et al., 3rd ed., W. W. Norton & Company, 2015, sonnet 87.Original citationShakespeare, William. Shake-speares Sonnets. London: Thomas Thorpe, 1609, sonnet 87, I. 1.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.William ShakespeareHamlet · 1616Another quote byPerson·William Shakespeare
To be or not to be—that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep— No more—and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep— To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.William ShakespeareHamlet · 1616Another quote byPerson·William Shakespeare