Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dreamโFor 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
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
Full fathom five thy father lies
Exit, pursued by a bear.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.