Philippians 1:18b-26


To live is to desire Christ

By: Scott Grant


Famous soliloquy


            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

            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,

            The oppressor's wrong, the proud man’s contumely,

            The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,

            The insolence of office and the spurns

            That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

            When he himself might his quietus make

            With a bare bodkin? who would 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,