Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause.

His life was gentle and the elements So mixed in him that nature might stand up.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.