no traveller returns, puzzles the will,, victorian, oil

to be, or not to be, that is the question :, victorian, oil

no more ; and by a sleep to say we end, victorian, oil

and lose the name of action., victorian, oil

whether'tis nobler in the mind to suffer, victorian, oil

must give us pause - - there's the respect, victorian, oil

to be, or not to be, that is the question :, victorian, shakespeare, oil

when he himself might his quietus make, victorian, oil

for who would bear the whips and scorns of time,, victorian, oil

than fly to others that we know not of?, victorian, oil

but that the dread of something after death,, victorian, oil

with this regard their currents turn awry, victorian, oil

and makes us rather bear those ills we have, victorian, oil

weary traveller wandering through an alien world, by lisa frank, 4 k, beautiful, cinematic dramatic

and by opposing end them. to die — to sleep,, victorian, oil

the heart - ache and the thousand natural shocks, victorian, oil

that makes calamity of so long life., victorian, oil

that patient merit of th'unworthy takes,, victorian, oil

for in that sleep of death what dreams may come,, victorian, oil

thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,, victorian, oil

or in that sleep of death what dreams may come,, victorian, oil

when we have shuffled off this mortal coil,, victorian, oil

victorian oil painting of a man with a piece of cheese for a head

and enterprises of great pith and moment, victorian, oil

is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,, victorian, oil