Tuesday, August 26, 2008

practice post

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 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 this sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause.

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