Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe 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 endThe heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocksThat Flesh is heir to? ’Tis a consummationDevoutly to be wished.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe 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 endThe heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocksThat Flesh is heir to? ’Tis a consummationDevoutly to be wished.