To Be or Not to Be

To be, or not to be, that is the move: Whether tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of painful Fortune, Or to take ordnance against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to buy the farm, to relief No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand pictorial shocks That Flesh is heir to? Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Ay, theres the rub, For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, When we take aim shuffled off this mortal coil, mustiness give us pause. Theres the respect That riles casualty of so long public life: For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time, The Oppressors wrong, the proud mans Contumely, [F:poor] The pangs of scorned Love, the Laws delay, [F:disprized] The knickknack of Office, and the Spurns That patient merit of the slimed takes, When he himself might his sleep make With a bare bodkin?

Who would Fardels bear, To grunt and sweat beneath a weary life, scarce that the dread of something after death, The undetected Country, from whose bourn No Traveller re travels, Puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than go away to others that we know not of. Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all, And thus the immanent hue of Resolution Is sicklied oer, with the pale influence of Thought, And enterprises of large(p) pitch and moment, [F:pith] With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F:away] And lose the name of Action. fleecy you now, The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons Be all my sins remembered.[2]If you want to clunk out a beneficial essay, order it on our website: Orderessay

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