To be, or not to be, that is the question:—
Whether ’tis better 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;