Search Results: "Sleep" To die, to sleep— No more — and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to! 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep— To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.       From "Hamlet" by William Shakespeare [Close Window]