i, hamlet, the dane with the stuffy nose
to breathe or not to breathe, that is the question -
whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the snot and mucous of outrageous illness,
or to take tissues 'gainst a sea of troubles,
and by opposing end them? to breathe, to sleep -
no more, and by a sleep to say we end
the head-ache and the thousand sinus pains
that flesh is heir to - 'tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish'd. to breathe, to sleep,
to sleep, perchance to dream! ay, there's the rub,
for in that sleep no breath nor dreams may come
'til we have sneezed off this mortal cold.
whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the snot and mucous of outrageous illness,
or to take tissues 'gainst a sea of troubles,
and by opposing end them? to breathe, to sleep -
no more, and by a sleep to say we end
the head-ache and the thousand sinus pains
that flesh is heir to - 'tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish'd. to breathe, to sleep,
to sleep, perchance to dream! ay, there's the rub,
for in that sleep no breath nor dreams may come
'til we have sneezed off this mortal cold.
You are brilliant.
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