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 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,
Must give us pause.

Spoken by Hamlet in the play Hamlet