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µo«H¯¸: ·à¤l§q¯¸ (Sat Apr 24 17:39:34 1999)

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   To be or not to be:that is the question:      
   Whether ti's nobler in the mind to suffer     ©è§ÜÁÙ¬O©Ó¨ü©R¹Bªº­WÃø  
   The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,  ­þ­Ó¤ñ¸û°ª¶Q©O
   Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
   And by opposing end them?  To die: to sleep;  ¦pªG¦º¤`µ¥©ó¨HºÎ 
   No more;and by a sleep to say we end          ´N¯à§K°£³o­Ó¦â¨­Ä~©Óªº­WÃø 
   The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
   That flesh is heir to, 'tis a commusation     ¨D¤§¤£±o°Ú
   Devoutly to be wished.  To die, to sleep;     ºÎµÛ¤F ¤]³\·|°µ¹Ú©O  
  To sleep:perchance to dream: ay, there is the rub; ³o´N¬Oªýê¤F
  For in that sleep do death what dreams may come  §Ú­Ì·|°µ¤°»ò¹Ú©O¡H
   When we shuffled off this mortal coil,        ·í§Ú­Ì§Y±N²æ±¼³o¦ù±o¯ä¥ÖÅn
   Must give us pause;there's the respect        ¶i¤J¦º¤`ªº¹Ú¤¤ ´N¬O³o­Ó©ÀÀY 
   That makes calamity of so long a life;        Åý§Ú­ÌµS¿Ý¤£«e  Åý§Ú­ÌÄ~Äò§Ô¨ü©R¹B¤¤ªº­WÃø
   For whom will bear the whips and scorns of time, 
   The oppressor's wrong, the proud men's contumely,   
   The pangs fo despised love, the law's delay,        §Ú²Ö¤F...    
   The insolence of office and the spurns   
   That patient merit of the the unworthy takes,        zzzZZZ£I£I£I
   When he himself might his quietus make
   With a bare bodkin? who would fardel bear
   To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
   But that the dread of something after death, 
   The undiscovered 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.
   
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