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; and by a sleep, to say we end the heart ache and 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: aye, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give...