 | Sandra Gosso - Art - 2004 - 338 pages
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 | Pickering - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2004 - 60 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Stephen G. Gilligan, Dvorah Simon - Psychology - 2004 - 428 pages
...No more; and by sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks Thatfiesh 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? — Shakespeare (1994) I don't know what dreams didn't come but sleep... | |
 | Robert I. Simon - Medical - 2008 - 262 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Lindsay Price - 2005 - 52 pages
...And by opposing end them. To die. To sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end 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 When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: the dread... | |
 | Dale Jacquette - Philosophy - 2005 - 326 pages
...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...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... | |
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tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. 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... 
