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 — Hamlet (III,i,71-75)
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 — Hamlet (III,i,71-75)