To sleep perchance to dream,
Aye, 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...
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To sleep perchance to dream,
Aye, 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...
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?