Friday, June 13, 2008
To be....
To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there's the respectFor who would bear the whips and scorns of time,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,And makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;And lose the name of action.
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