究竟哪樣更高貴，去忍受那狂暴的命運無情的摧殘 還是挺身去反抗那無邊的煩惱，把它掃一個干凈。

去死，去睡就結束了，如果睡眠能結束我們心靈的創(chuàng)傷和肉體所承受的千百種痛苦，那真是生存求之不得的天大的好事。去死，去睡，

去睡，也許會做夢！

唉，這就麻煩了，即使擺脫了這塵世 可在這死的睡眠里又會做些什么夢呢？真得想一想，就這點顧慮使人受著終身的折磨，

誰甘心忍受那鞭打和嘲弄，受人壓迫，受盡侮蔑和輕視，忍受那失戀的痛苦，法庭的拖延，衙門的橫征暴斂，默默無聞的勞碌卻只換來多少凌辱。但他自己只要用把尖刀就能解脫了。

誰也不甘心，呻吟、流汗拖著這殘生，可是對死后又感覺到恐懼，又從來沒有任何人從死亡的國土里回來，因此動搖了，寧愿忍受著目前的苦難 而不愿投奔向另一種苦難。

顧慮就使我們都變成了懦夫，使得那果斷的本色蒙上了一層思慮的慘白的容顏，本來可以做出偉大的事業(yè)，由于思慮就化為烏有了，喪失了行動的能力。

Hamlet: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 heartache, 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 off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would these 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.