Fear no more the heat o' the sun Literature
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Literature
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Literature
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
To die, to sleep— To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub! Literature
To die, to sleep— To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub!
Will the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth? Literature
Will the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?