tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639845176461123727.post8371741423969061672..comments2023-10-23T08:32:08.904-07:00Comments on glassmanSAYS: Me the dreamer.glassmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00436227146470678868noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639845176461123727.post-19680673514047710712008-10-28T06:05:00.000-07:002008-10-28T06:05:00.000-07:00To be or not to be, that is the question;Whether '...To be or not to be, that is the question;<BR/>Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer<BR/>The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,<BR/>Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,<BR/>And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;<BR/>No more; and by a sleep to say we end<BR/>The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks<BR/>That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation<BR/>Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;<BR/>To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,<BR/>For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,<BR/>When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,<BR/>Must give us pause. There's the respect<BR/>That makes calamity of so long life,<BR/>For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,<BR/>Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,<BR/>The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,<BR/>The insolence of office, and the spurns<BR/>That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,<BR/>When he himself might his quietus make<BR/>With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,<BR/>To grunt and sweat under a weary life,<BR/>But that the dread of something after death,<BR/>The undiscovered country from whose bourn<BR/>No traveller returns, puzzles the will,<BR/>And makes us rather bear those ills we have<BR/>Than fly to others that we know not of?<BR/>Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,<BR/>And thus the native hue of resolution<BR/>Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,<BR/>And enterprises of great pitch and moment<BR/>With this regard their currents turn awry,<BR/>And lose the name of action.shamdesignhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09589652576556755705noreply@blogger.com