All Love's Pleasure Shall Not Match Its

The Weariest And Most Loathed Worldly Life, That Age, Ache, Penury And Imprisonment Can Lay On Nature Is A Paradise, To What We Fear Of Death.

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?