Hamlet"s Soliloquy.

     To be, or not to be, that is the question:
     Whether "tis nobler in the mind to  suffer
     The   slings   and  arrows  of  outrageuos
     fortune,  Or to take arms against a sea of
     troubles And by opposing, end them, Todie,
     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 wished.  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.
     Must give us pause - there"s  the  respect
     That makes calamity of so long life: