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| To be, or | |
| that is | |
| Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the | |
| Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, | |
| To die - to sleep - | |
| and by a sleep to say we | |
| and the thousand natural shocks that | |
| 'Tis a consummation | |
| To die - | |
| To sleep - | |
| ay, there's the | |
| For in that sleep of death what | |
| when we have | |
| must | |
| There's the respect that makes | |
| For who would bear the | |
| Th' oppressor's | |
| the proud man's | |
| the pangs of | |
| the law's | |
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| the insolence of | |
| and the spurns that patient merit of | |
| when he himself might his quietus make with | |
| Who would these | |
| to grunt and sweat under a | |
| but that the dread of | |
| the | |
| from whose bourn | |
| puzzles the | |
| and makes us rather bear those | |
| than fly to others that we | |
| Thus conscience does | |
| and thus the | |
| is sicklied o'er with the | |
| and enterprises of | |
| with this regard their | |
| and lose the | |
| - Soft you now! The | |
| Nymph, in thy orisons be | |
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