1WilliamShakespeare-Tobe,ornottobe(fromHamlet3/1)Tobeornottobe–thatisthequestion:Whether'tisnoblerinthemindtosufferTheslingsandarrowsofoutrageousfortune,OrtotakearmsagainstaseaoftroublesAnd,byopposing,endthem.Todie,tosleepNomore–andbyasleeptosayweendTheheartacheandthethousandnaturalshocksThatfleshisheirto–‘tisaconsummationDevoutlytobewished.Todie,tosleepTosleep,perchancetodream.Ay,there'stherub,Forinthatsleepofdeathwhatdreamsmaycome,Whenwehaveshuffledoffthismortalcoil,Mustgiveuspause.There'stherespectThatmakescalamityofsolonglife.Forwhowouldbearthewhipsandscornsoftime,Th’oppressor'swrong,theproudman'scontumely,Thepangsofdisprizedlove,thelaw'sdelay,Theinsolenceofoffice,andthespurnsThatpatientmeritofth’unworthytakes,WhenhehimselfmighthisquietusmakeWithabarebodkin?Whowouldfardelsbear,Togruntandsweatunderawearylife,Butthatthedreadofsomethingafterdeath,TheundiscoveredcountryfromwhosebournNotravellerreturns,puzzlesthewillAndmakesusratherbearthoseillswehaveThanflytoothersthatweknownotof?Thusconsciencedothmakecowardsofusall,2AndthusthenativehueofresolutionIssickliedo'erwiththepalecastofthought,AndenterprisesofgreatpithandmomentWiththisregardtheircurrentsturnawry,Andlosethenameofaction.—Softyounow!ThefairOphelia!Nymph,inthyorisonsBeallmysinsremembered.