Hamlet (Act II, Scene 6)

Now might time stop and fate control my will,
And live five hundred years this endless night.
Burn, burn thou flickering soul and melt away
All thoughts of hate and love and staid revenge.
Thou gentle flame release me from ordeals,
Seducing certain peace with amber glow.
Burn, burn, but fuel not the fire of retribution
Smoldering still within heart's hellish kiln.
Now fate, hold sway o'er what my mind details
My spleen reviles, and all my heart conceals.
If thou, good fate, can'st one night time unmake,
In sleepless peace, my purpose reawake.