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-title: To be
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-subtitle: ... or not to be?
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-date: 2015-02-13
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-To be, or not to be--that is the question:
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-Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
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-The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
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-Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
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-And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
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-No more--and by a sleep to say we end
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-The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
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-That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
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-Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
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-To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
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-For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
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-When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
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-Must give us pause. There's the respect
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-That makes calamity of so long life.
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-For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
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-Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
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-The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
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-The insolence of office, and the spurns
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-That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
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-When he himself might his quietus make
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-With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
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-To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
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-But that the dread of something after death,
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-The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
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-No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
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-And makes us rather bear those ills we have
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-Than fly to others that we know not of?
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-Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
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-And thus the native hue of resolution
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-Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
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-And enterprise of great pitch and moment
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-With this regard their currents turn awry
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-And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
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-The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
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-Be all my sins remembered.
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