Hamlet
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 tronbles
And by opposing end them. To die – to sleep,
No more; and by a sleepto 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 sleepof 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
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time
Th ,oppressor ,s wrong ,the pound man , contumely,
Selected by: Ali Taghinezhad
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