A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

The Moon Shines Bright. In Such A Night As This. When The Sweet Wind Did Gently Kiss The Trees And They Did Make No Noise, In Such A Night.

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?

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.