To be, or not to be: that one is the question:
If ' the noblest tis na mind to suffer
to the slings and the arrows da richness outrageous,
or to make examination dos arms of dos meeting to a sea problems,
and if opposing finish them? To die: to sleep;
not more; e for a sleep to say we finish
heart-we find it and the a thousand shocks natural
that the meat is to heir, ' tis one consummation
devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
to sleep: perchance to the dream: ay, has the RUB;
it stops in this sleep of the death that dreams can come
when we baralhamos outside of this mortal bobbin,
must give to us pause to it: it has the respect
that it makes calamity of the thus long life;
for who it would load the whips and scorns of the time,
the error of the oppressor, the contumélia of the proud man,
pangs of the love despised, the law is slow,
insolence of the office and spurns
this patient merit of the taking unworthy,
when he himself could its final blow make
with one bodkin uncovered? Who fardels loads,
to grunhir and to sweat under a tired life,
but that one dread of something after the death,
the country it undiscover'd whose it Bourn
no traveller returns, enigmas the will
and in makes them to rather to load those more we stops having
of whom the fly to that we know not?
Thus conscience makes cobardes of us all;
e thus hue native of the definition
is sicklied o'er with the pale mold of the thought,
and the companies of pith great e the moment
with this consideration that its chains turn awry,
and loses the name of the action now -- soft you!
The Ophelia just! The nymph, in orisons thy
either all mine remember'd of sins.