Green Eggs and Hamlet
I ask to be, or not to be.
This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
Would I, could I take my life?
Should I jump out of a plane?
Should I from a cliff just leap?
Shoot myself, or take some poison?
To shudder off this mortal coil,
Slash my wrists while in the bath?
To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub.
Would all be glad, if I were dead?
This line of thought takes consideration -