“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My God! Everything I see shows me how wrong I am and tells me to hurry up and get on with my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
![“Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again” quote by William Shakespeare](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/8da/william-shakespeare-4_dark_sometime-queen-mab-driveth-o-er-a-soldie_611287.jpg)
