...ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off the mortal coil, Must give us pause; there's the respect...of despis'd 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...

...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...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...