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

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

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

and lose the name of action., victorian, oil

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

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

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

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

when he himself might his quietus make, victorian, oil

that patient merit of th'unworthy takes,, 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

with this regard their currents turn awry, victorian, oil

or to take arms against a sea of troubles, victorian, oil

and thus the native hue of resolution, victorian, oil

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

that flesh is heir to :'tis a consummation, victorian, oil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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