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 (...)
(...)To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,