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Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The ceaseless prattle, without discretion,
At length to an uninterested throng,
Or to take pause against a sea of words
And, by opposing, end them. To yap—to hush,
No more; and by a silence to declare
The end of discomfort, the sweet relief
That long-suffering souls so ardently seek:
'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.
To yap, to hush, to sleep, perchance to dream—
Ay, there's the rub, for in that silent sleep
What dreams may come, when we have shuffled off
This noisy ♥♥♥♥, must give us pause—
There's the respect that makes calamity
Of so long life: the yapping of the tongue,
The speaker's shrug, the pangs of despised quiet,
The insolence of chatter, and the spurns
When they themselves might their silence make
With a mere word. Who would burdens bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary discourse,
But that the dread of something after stillness,
The undiscovered realm, from whose border
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those words 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 pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair silence! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
-Cengiz Han
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