To be, or not to be
That is the question
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of infinite devil
Or close eyes
Blind to the expectation from beautiful angel
And by ignoring hurt her. To die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The thousand natural shocks
That flesh in heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.
——to be continued