Hamlet

=To Be or Not To Be = 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 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; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">The insolence of office and the spurns <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">That patient merit of the unworthy takes, <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">When he himself might his quietus make <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">To grunt and sweat under a weary life, <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">But that the dread of something after death, <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">The undiscover'd country from whose bourn <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">No traveller returns, puzzles the will <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">And makes us rather bear those ills we have <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">Than fly to others that we know not of? <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">And thus the native hue of resolution <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">And enterprises of great pith and moment <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">With this regard their currents turn awry, <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">And lose the name of action.