Hamlet:

To be, or not to be that is the question;
Wether '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 heartaches and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished...