The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.

But that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from who bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than to fly to others that we know not of?

A wise traveler never despises his own country.

The life we give to beautyReturns to us again.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.