To be, or not tobe; That is the question: Wheather to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or 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 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 dream's may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause; there's the respect That make's calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time;
