to sleep or not to sleep, that is the question.
whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the random book ideas in one's head or to take arms against a sea of responsibilities, and, by closing one's eyes, end them.
to sleep, to sleep, no more, and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.
to die, to sleep
to sleep, perchance to dream- ay, 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.














