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 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.