Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.
Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.