“Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream”

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”

“Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life”

“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: there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life;”

“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause”

“So we grew together,Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,But yet an union in partition,Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.”

“Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.”