Hamlet's Famous Soliloquy

To live or to die, that is the question. Is it more noble to suffer through all of life's troubles or to fight against them by ending them completely? Dying is nothing but sleep, a sleep that ends all the heartaches we have to live through here on earth. It is certainly something to wish for. If to die is to sleep, maybe I will dream. But there's the problem: who knows what kind of dreams I will have after I put this life all behind me? This is a great worry. It is this worry that makes us keep suffering through life for so long. Who would put up with everything we have to deal with -abuse from our bosses, the insults of rude people, the pain of unreturned love, the stupidity of our legal system, the rudeness of the government, and the abuse the good suffer at the hands of the wicked - when you could simply kill yourself? Why do we continuously choose to sweat and labor over life unless we are afraid? It is because nobody returns from there. Instead we wander with no answers to our questions and must keep the evils we know rather than seek the ones we do not. The fear of death makes us all cowards and thinking about it takes away all of our so called courage. But I must not talk of this, as here comes the beautiful Ophelia. Beautiful woman, please remember me in your prayers.