Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?

O thou dull god, why liest thon with the vile,

In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch,

A watch-case, or a common larum bell?

Wilt thou upon the high and giddy

mast

Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains

In cradle of the rude imperious

surge;

And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the

top,

Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them

With deafening clamors in the slippery clouds,

That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?

Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose

To the wet sea-boy in an hour so

rude;

And, in the calmest and most stillest night,

With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!

Uneasy lies the head that wears a

crown.

SHAKSPEARE: King Henry IV.

HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY.

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 heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die;to sleep: