HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY by
Its or not its -- which is the question: Whether one ' tis, which suffers the belts and the arrows of the impudent fortune in the understanding or arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, are more splendid terminate them takes. In order to die, -- no more -- and by a sleep to sleep to we terminate to say the grief and the thousand natural impacts that meat inheritance too are ' Tis consummation be wished a Devoutly. Die, perhaps sleep -- sleep, in order to dream: ay, there is the unevenness, for into this sleep of the death, which dreams can come, if we geschlurft away from this death coil, must us break give. There is the respect, the state of emergency of the so long life forms. For whom the whips to carry and of the time, injustice of the Th of ' eliminator, which despises proud Contumely of the man the Pangs of the despised love, retards the law, the insolence of the office, and defames this patient earnings/services of Th ' unworthy taking, when it could form its Quietus with a bare bodkin? Whom fardels carry, under slow-acting lives, but that fear of something after death, to which undiscovered country, from whose bourn no traveler leaves itself returns, the puzzle play will to hum and sweat and rather those patients to carry we as to have fly to others which did not become we of to know? Thus conscientiousness of cowards of us forms all, and therefore is more o'er the native color of the dissolution crimping song with the slat form of the thought, and enterprise of the large clock period and moment with this respect their inclined current revolution and loses the name of the activity. -- softly it now, the appropriate Ophelia! -- Nymphe, in thy orisons is everything my reminded sins.
To be, or not to be - which will be the question: Do end ' tis more noble in the reason to endure slingi and pointers of furious success or to accept handles against the sea of anxieties and by way to resist them. In order to die, to sleep - no more - and with sleep in order to say we end heartache, and thousand natural of impacts that flesh will be heir k. ' Tis consummation Devoutly, it is which necessary to wish. To die, to sleep - to sleep - perchance, it is which necessary to dream: ay, there will be rub, for v that sleep of death that of dream can arrive when we they shuffled from this mortal coil, we must give to us interruption. There will be respect it makes calamity so longer than the life. For prinesl whips and scorns time, the untruth of oppressor th ', the pangs of the proud person contumely of the despised love, law does detain, insolence office, and spurns that most patient merit of taking th ' unworthy, when it itself could it quietus make barely bodkin? And fardels do bear, to grunt and to sweat under the tired life, but that dread something after death, undiscovered by the country, from bourn which no traveller does return, the will puzzles, and do make us sufficiently to bring those bol'noyev we to have than fly to others which we we do know not? Thus conscience makes cowards us all, and by such means of the native hue permission sicklied o'er with the pale casting of thought, both the enterprise of large pitch and moment with this relation their turning of flows awry loses the name of action. - you are soft now, valid Ophelia! - nymph, in thy orisons was all my recalled sins.
To be, or not to be--that is the question: