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,