To Sleep or not to Sleep

To sleep, or not to sleep: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous homework,
Or to take arms against a sea of professors,
And by opposing end them? To fail: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural assignments
That students are 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 work,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the tests and papers of time,
The professor's wrong, the teachers assitant's contumely,
The pangs of despised work, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quiet us make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary tasks,
But that the dread of something after school,
The undiscover'd university from whose bourn
No student 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 rash one! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my work remember'd.