 | John O. Whitney, Tina Packer - 2002 - 321 σελίδες
...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 wish'd. To...to dream — ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, 284 When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause —... | |
 | Christina Lacie - 2003 - 310 σελίδες
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 | Gordon Sheppard - 2003 - 864 σελίδες
...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...mortal coil Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long a life; When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who... | |
 | Neal Ford - 2003 - 628 σελίδες
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 | Lucia St. Clair Robson - 2003 - 614 σελίδες
...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 wish'd. To...sleep? Perchance to dream! Ay, there's the rub; For in mat sleep of death what dreams may come . . . "Your storyteller speaks of dreams and death. He speaks... | |
 | Pickering - 2004 - 60 σελίδες
...more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-aches and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To...mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time; The oppressor's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 176 σελίδες
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 | Sparknotes - 2004 - 958 σελίδες
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 | Derek Lewis - 2004 - 138 σελίδες
...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...mortal coil Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's... | |
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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... 
