[SteveX]

To fear or not to fear – that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of someone else’s outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of fear
And, by opposing, end them with satire. To die, to sleep
No more – and by a sleep to say enough.
The heartache and the 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 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.