Volkabs / Woorden met tag ‘gedichten’

To be or not to be

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-ach, 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 of this mortal coil,
must give a pause: there’s the respect,
that makes calamity of so long life:
for who would bear the scorns and whips of time,
the opressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
the pangs of despis’d love, the law’s delay,
the insolonce 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 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 pith and moment,
with this regard, their currents turn awry,
and lose the name of action.-soft you now!
the fair ophelia:-nymph, in thy orisons
be all my sins remember’d.

(zov: William Shakespeare)

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