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She sinks in death ⎯ th’ astonish’d soul, dismay’d,
Bursts thro’ the doors of life, and seeks more friendly skies.
To die, to sleep—
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub!
She seem'd a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years
"I'm not weary, I don't WANT to rest," Judy said, in a fretful tone.
‘How fast the river runs, between its green banks and the rushes, Floy! But it’s very near the sea. I hear the waves! They always said so!’
O say what art thou, when no more thou’rt thee?
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
Will the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?