Look, I haven't mentioned Zeus, Buddah, or some religion.
Started by The Magic Pudding, July 09, 2011, 02:08:09 AM
QuoteTo be or not to be; that is the bare bodkinThat makes calamity of so long life;For who would fardels bear, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane,But that the fear of something after deathMurders the innocent sleep,Great nature's second course,And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortuneThan fly to others that we know not of.There's the respect must give us pause:Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The law's delay, and the quietus which his pangs might take,In the dead waste and middle of the night, when churchyards yawnIn customary suits of solemn black,But that the undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns,Breathes forth contagion on the world,And thus the native hue of resolution, like the poor cat i' the adage,Is sicklied o'er with care,And all the clouds that lowered o'er our housetops,With this regard their currents turn awry,And lose the name of action.'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. But soft you, the fair Ophelia:Ope not thy ponderous and marble jaws,But get thee to a nunnery—go!