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,

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 us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The 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 the 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 undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveler 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, < /p>

And enterprises of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action.

Survival or Destruction, this is a question worth considering;

Suffer silently the cruel poisonous arrows of fate, or stand up against the endless sufferings of the world,

Sweep them away through struggle , these two behaviors, which one is more noble?

Dead; asleep; everything is finished;

If in this kind of sleep, the pain in our hearts,

and countless other flesh and blood The inevitable blows to the body can disappear from now on.

That is exactly the outcome we want.

Dead; asleep; maybe still dreaming while asleep;

Well, here’s the obstacle:

Because when we get rid of this After taking on the rotten skin,

What dreams we will have in that sleep of death cannot help but make us hesitate.

It is for this reason that people are willing to stay in trouble for a long time;

Who is willing to endure the whippings and ridicules of the world, the humiliation of the oppressors,

The cold eyes of the arrogant, the pain of despised love, the delay of the law, the tyranny of officials and the contempt of villains earned through hard work,

If he only needs to use Can a small knife settle his whole life?

Who would be willing to bear such a heavy burden,

groaning and sweating under the pressure of a tiring life, if it were not for the fear of the unknown death,

Afraid of that mysterious country, from which no traveler has ever returned,

It confuses our will and makes us rather endure the suffering we have now,

daring not do anything we don’t want. Know the pain and fly away?

In this way, heavy worries turn us all into cowards,

The red-hot brilliance of determination is covered with a layer of gray by careful thinking,

< p>Under this kind of consideration, great undertakings will also go against the current and lose the meaning of action.