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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

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh 'is heir to,- 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. 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;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of dispised love; the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action. (c)

Comments

Да... Помнится, я в школе на зарубежной литературе это наизусть читал. Получил, разумеется, "отлично")

Но красивая вещь, что ни говори.

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Илья Романтик, я тоже) Ты, случаем, не в той же школе, что и мы с Алмом учился?)

Адель нет, не в той же)) Даже близко не был)

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Илья Романтик, )) Но стих действительно шикарный) Я его до сих пор наизусть помню))