TinyBrain🧠

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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 heart-ache 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.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

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