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Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe way all trivial fond records All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth, and observation copied there. And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book, & volume of my brain Unmix'd with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! Oh Villain, villain, smiling damn'd Villain! Hamlet alone To be or not to be, that is the question: - Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings & 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 ach, & 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. [[deletion]] Ay [[/deletion]] there's the rub; For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come
