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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,must give us pause; there's the respect 🙄
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