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TO BE OR NOT TO BE HAMLET'S QUOTE FROM HAMLET, WRITTEN BY SHAKESPEARE Hamlet spoke these words at a low ebb of life How would he do it, perhaps with a knife? To be or not to be was foremost in his troubled mind A solution to which he had to find. His ravaged and innermost thoughts, Caused a madness, a frenzy, in which he was caught, For to live or to die meant so little to him, And the dawn of each day was beginning to dim. But death was for Hamlet a thought so near, With Ophelia now gone who he had held so dear, Suicide was an option, but after death was his fear, So staying alive, was becoming more clear. As death was to Hamlet and all, quite unknown, He thought it better to sit on earth’s throne. For who had come back to admit or deny, That you return to life after you die? But Hamlet’s fate was indeed to die, Ophelia if alive would shudder and cry, It was Ophelia’s brother Laertes Who brought about Hamlet’s demise, He poisoned the sword and also the wine, So once and then twice, Surely from one he would certainly die, Laertes had always wanted to try! But as the poisoned wine, Killed Hamlet’s mother, Hamlet in turn killed another, Laertes, Ophelia’s brother, Claudius although kin, Hamlet disliked, Nigh was the end of this family’s plight. Claudius was forced to drink the remains, Of the poisoned wine, Then Hamlet died, And no one cried, For no kin were left To feel bereft! What a drama and sad end, To a Royal family’s line.

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To Be Or Not To Be Hamlet's Quote From Hamlet, Written By Shakespeare

TO BE OR NOT TO BE HAMLET'S QUOTE FROM HAMLET, WRITTEN BY SHAKESPEARE Hamlet spoke these words at a low ebb of life How would he do it, perhaps with a knife? To be or not to be was foremost in his troubled mind A solution to which he had to find. His ravaged and innermost thoughts, Caused a madness, a frenzy, in which he was caught, For to live or to die meant so little to him, And the dawn of each day was beginning to dim. But death was for Hamlet a thought so near, With Ophelia now gone who he had held so dear, Suicide was an option, but after death was his fear, So staying alive, was becoming more clear. As death was to Hamlet and all, quite unknown, He thought it better to sit on earth’s throne. For who had come back to admit or deny, That you return to life after you die? But Hamlet’s fate was indeed to die, Ophelia if alive would shudder and cry, It was Ophelia’s brother Laertes Who brought about Hamlet’s demise, He poisoned the sword and also the wine, So once and then twice, Surely from one he would certainly die, Laertes had always wanted to try! But as the poisoned wine, Killed Hamlet’s mother, Hamlet in turn killed another, Laertes, Ophelia’s brother, Claudius although kin, Hamlet disliked, Nigh was the end of this family’s plight. Claudius was forced to drink the remains, Of the poisoned wine, Then Hamlet died, And no one cried, For no kin were left To feel bereft! What a drama and sad end, To a Royal family’s line.