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Listen to Sylvester's Hamlet by Samuel Franklin (Wolf On Wallstreet) MP3 song. Sylvester's Hamlet song from Samuel Franklin (Wolf On Wallstreet) is available on Audio.com. The duration of song is 01:56. This high-quality MP3 track has 3072 kbps bitrate and was uploaded on 27 Apr 2024. Stream and download Sylvester's Hamlet by Samuel Franklin (Wolf On Wallstreet) for free on Audio.com – your ultimate destination for MP3 music.
The main ideas from this information are about the struggle of whether to live or die. The speaker contemplates the hardships of life and wonders if death would bring an end to the pain and suffering. However, the fear of the unknown after death keeps them hesitant. They argue that it is the fear of the afterlife that makes people endure the difficulties of life rather than taking action. 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 sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that fleshed it thereto, tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. 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 is the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disparate love, the law's delay, the influence of office, and the spurns that patient marriage the unworthy takes, when he himself might quiet it make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardo bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life? But the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveller returns, puzzles will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others we know not of. Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of revolution is sicklied o'er the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with these three regards their currents turn awry and lose the name of action.
