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 heartache and the thousand natural shocks 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