with this regard their currents turn awry, victorian, oil

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

and lose the name of action., victorian, oil

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

when he himself might his quietus make, victorian, oil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to sleep, perchance to dream - - ay, there's the rub :, victorian, oil

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

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

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

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

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

victorian spring

devoutly to be wish'd. to die, to sleep ;, victorian, oil