Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
