WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HAMLET,
PRINCE OF DENMARKHAMLET. To be, or not to be: that is the
question:
Whether
’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The
slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or
to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And
by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No
more; and, by a sleep to say we and
The
heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That
flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly
to be wish ’d. 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. There ’s the respect That
makes calamity of so long life…
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