Hamlet's soliloquy.

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether tis nobler in the mind to sufler.
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing and then. 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 hear to; it's 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 comes,
When we have shuflled off this mortal coil
Must give pause - there's the respect
That makes calimity of so long life.