 | Sandra Gosso - Art - 2004 - 338 pages
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 | Peter Dawkins - Biography & Autobiography - 2004 - 159 pages
...afraid of the nightmare, the bad dream, in which he has perceived his father to be: Hamlet. 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. Shakespeare,... | |
 | Stephen G. Gilligan, Dvorah Simon - Psychology - 2004 - 428 pages
...thousand natural shocks Thatfiesh is heir to: '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? — Shakespeare (1994) I don't know what dreams didn't come but sleep... | |
 | Thomas Fleming - Philosophy - 2004 - 280 pages
...with himself: Although he may want to "die, to sleep," he is worried about the nature of that unending 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. Each... | |
 | Robert I. Simon - Medical - 2008 - 262 pages
...thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, '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, Must give us pause. William... | |
 | James Zager, William Shakespeare - Drama - 2005 - 70 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 wished. To die,...this 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 - Drama - 2005 - 900 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 wished to die...this 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, 70 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... 
