Hamlet's Third Soliloquy
To think or not to think-that is the question:
Whether ‘tis worthy for the mind to wander
The sullied and tarnished thoughts of destined fate,
Or to kneel before a paradox of uncertainty
And, by pondering, seal it. To act, to choose-
No less-and no more by a seal to mark we wanderers
The ricochet and the million hesitance proceeds
That verbatim is to-‘tis a reincarnation solely to be tamed. To act, to choose-
To choose, per say to adjudicate. Say, there’s the trouble,
For in the breath of act what fixed dispositions shall arrive,
When we have reborn into this conflicting world,
Must lend us rest. There’s the aptitude
That makes entity of fragile equilibrium.
For whom would clutch the ropes and emotions of mind,
Th’ persecutor’s wrong, the earnest man’s choice,
The wings of thoughts, the scholar’s absence,
The solitary of confinement, and the conflicts
That timid virtue of th’ treacherous steps,
When she herself plight her coup de grace take
With a mere cup of tea? Who would prison endure,
To cry and scream under series of darkness,
But that the agony of mystery after light,
The hidden treasure from whose free will
No wanderer appears, hence the desire
And forces us to endure those visons we have
Than cross to the unknown that lies in wait?
Thus principles does make us fools in the isolation
And thus the natural value of introspection
Is prevailing o’er with the contravening whispers of thought,
And emphasis of great rhythm and movement
With this note their tides in favor
And come to one resolution.