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 heartache, and the thousand natural shock 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.
