he heart-ache, 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; 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.
I am not a trader or twister or seller!
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
better now <3
To die, to sleep no more. And by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to?
he heart-ache, 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; 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.
Are you telling me I should get back to bed?
no no i juste continue the literature tripe but you can go to bed if you are tired ! ^^ good night mr robbot