The paragraph reads as follows:

Hamlet

To be or not to be: that's the question.

Is it more noble to endure pain?

The slings and arrows of outrageous fate,

Or take up arms against difficulties,

End them by opposing them. Die, sleep;

No more; Said we ended our sleep.

Heartache and thousands of natural shocks.

The heir of the body, this is a complete.

I sincerely hope. Die, sleep.

Sleep, maybe dream: Ah, that's the problem.

Because what kind of dreams will there be in the sleep of death?

When we get rid of the fetters of the world,

We have to pause.

There is respect that makes such a long life a disaster.

Who can stand the whipping and ridicule of time,

The mistakes of the oppressors, the insults of the proud,

The pain of despised love, the delay of law,

The arrogance and disgust of the office.

The advantage of unworthy patience,

When he can be quiet himself

Bare ass? Who will Fadel put up with?

Groaning and sweating in a tired life,

But the fear of things after death,

An undiscovered country.

No travelers come back, confused will,

Let's rather put up with our diseases.

Than fly to places we don't know?

Therefore, conscience does make us all cowards,

So the resolution of the natural hue.

Covered with pale thoughts,

Great enterprises and moments

At this point, their trend has changed.

Lose the name of action.

To be or not to be, this is a question worth thinking about; Which is more noble, silently enduring the cruel and sharp arrow of fate or standing up against the endless suffering of the world and sweeping it away through struggle? Dead; Fell asleep; Everything is over; If in this kind of sleep, the pain in our hearts, as well as countless other inevitable blows of flesh and blood, can disappear from now on, which is exactly the ending we want. Dead; Fell asleep; Maybe you will dream when you are asleep; Well, this is the obstacle: because when we get rid of this rotten skin, what dreams we will have in that dead sleep can't help but make us hesitate. It is for this reason that people are willing to be trapped in trouble for a long time; Who is willing to endure the whipping and ridicule of the world, the humiliation of the oppressor, the indifference of the arrogant, the pain of despised love, the delay of the law, the cruelty of officials and the contempt of the little people who have worked hard? If he only uses a knife, he can settle his life? Who wants to bear such a heavy burden and groan and sweat under the oppression of tiring life? If it weren't for the fear of unknown death, the fear of the mysterious country where no travelers have ever returned, our will would be confused, and we would rather endure the present wear and tear than fly to the pain we don't know? In this way, heavy worries make us all cowards, and the persistent red-hot brilliance is cast a gray by careful thinking. Under this consideration, the great cause will also retreat against the current and lose the meaning of action.

-The classic monologue in Hamlet (Shakespeare, England)

This is a classic text in college. At that time, the teacher asked me to recite. In the final exam, I also wrote my feelings after reading it.