The Path Is Smooth That

Still It Cried ‘sleep No More!’ To All The House: ‘glamis Hath Murder’d Sleep, And Therefore Cawdor Shall Sleep No More,—macbeth Shall Sleep No More!

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.

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 We Have Shuffled Off This Mortal Coil, Must Give Us Pause, There's The Respect, That Makes Calamity Of So Long Life