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
No no no. *ahem*
To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin
That makes calamity of so long life
For who would fardels bear,
Till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane
But that the fear of something after death
Murders the innocent sleep
Great nature's second course
And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortune
Than fly to others that we know not of.