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 in heir to - tis a consumation devoutly to be wished.
To die! To sleep!
To sleep, perchance to dream! Aye, there's the rub... for in the sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause...
~W.S.~