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 end, The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
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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 end,
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
To sleep, perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub...
I've been hooked on that song lately. I can't help it, it's catchy!
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