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letra de soliloquy - futility

to be, or not to be? that is the question
whether ’tis n0bler 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—and by a sleep to say we end
the heartache and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to—’tis 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 come
when we havе shuffled off this mortal coil
must give us pause. thеre’s the respect
that makes calamity of so long life

for who would bear the whips and scorns of time
th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely
the pangs of despised love, the law’s delay
the insolence of office, and the spurns
that patient merit of th’ unworthy takes
when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear
to grunt and sweat under a weary life
but that the dread of something after death
the undiscovered country from whose bourn
no traveller returns, puzzles the will
and makes us rather bear those ills we have
than fly to others that we know not of?
thus conscience does make cowards of us all
and thus the native hue of resolution
is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought
and enterprises of great pitch and moment
with this regard their currents turn awry
and lose the name of action

- futility

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