Hamlet's "To be or not to be" soliloquy

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.

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 shocks
That flesh is heir to.

'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.

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.

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.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office,

...the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

...the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.