William Shakespeare on Elysium

“How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium, And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.”

“I'll be as patient as a gentle stream And make a pastime of each weary step, Till the last step have brought me to my love; And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, A blessed soul doth in Elysium.”