18/04/16 400 years ago, Shakespeare understood mental ill health. There’s no excuse for ignorance today 


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 heartache, 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, 

Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, 

The pangs of despis’d love, the law’s delay, 

The insolence of office, and the spurns 

That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes, 

When he himself might his quietus make 

With a bare bodkin? Who would these 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 

And lose the name of action.- Soft you now! 

The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons 

Be all my sins rememb’red.

Walk a mile


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