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 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 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 sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,