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To be or not to be that is the question	A
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer	B
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune	A
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles	C
And by opposing end them To die to sleep	D
No more and by a sleep to say we end	E
The heart ache and the thousand natural shocks	F
That flesh is heir to tis a consummation	A
Devoutly to be wish d To die to sleep	D
To sleep perchance to dream ay there s the rub	G
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come	H
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil	I
Must give us pause there s the respect	J
That makes calamity of so long life	K
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time	L
The oppressor s wrong the proud man s contumely	I
The pangs of despised love the law s delay	I
The insolence of office and the spurns	M
That patient merit of the unworthy takes	N
When he himself might his quietus make	O
With a bare bodkin who would fardels bear	P
To grunt and sweat under a weary life	K
But that the dread of something after death	Q
The undiscover d country from whose bourn	R
No traveller returns puzzles the will	I
And makes us rather bear those ills we have	S
Than fly to others that we know not of	T
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all	I
And thus the native hue of resolution	A
Is sicklied o er with the pale cast of thought	U
And enterprises of great pith and moment	V
With this regard their currents turn awry	W
And lose the name of action Soft you now	X
The fair Ophelia Nymph in thy orisons	N
Be all my sins remember d	Y

William Shakespeare

To Be, Or Not To Be (hamlet, Act Iii, Scene I) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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