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 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.
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dito, aqui, inteiro, em italiano.. lindo..
desenho de Gustav Klimmt
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