" To be or not to be, that is the question,wheter `til 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, perchance to dream. Ah, there`s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled down this mortal coil must give us pause. For there is the respect that makes calamity of so long life, but who would bear the slips and scorns of time, the oppresor`s wrong, the proud man`s contumely,
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"What a piece of dust is a man, how noble in faculty, how express and admirable,
what a quientescence...
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