"...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;
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No more; and by a sleep to say we end
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;
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To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
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For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off
this mortal coil,
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Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life..."
@W illiam Shakespeare ?
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