Fragment Three: "Remember'd sins my all, be orisons thy"

Remember'd sins my all, be orisons thy
In nymph Ophelia fair the now. You soft action
Of name the lose, and awry turn currents.
Their regard this with moment and pith:
Great of enterprises, and thought of cast.
Pale the with o'er sicklied is, resolution of hue,
Native the thus and all us of cowards make.
Does conscience thus of not know we that others to fly,
Than have we ills those bear? Rather, us makes
And will the puzzles returns. Traveller no bourn,
Whose from country undiscover'd, the death after something,
Of dread the that but life. Weary a under sweat and grunt,
To bear fardels, would who bodkin bare a with make quietus?
His might himself he, when takes unworthy the, of merit patient,
That spurns the, and office of insolence the delay.
Law's the love despised of pangs: the contumely man's proud,
The wrong oppressor's the time of scorns, and whips the bear,
Would who for life long so of calamity makes that respect,
The there's pause us give. Must coil mortal this off shuffled?
Have we? When come May dreams, what death of sleep
That in for rub the? There's ay: Dream, to perchance sleep,
To sleep to die, to wish'd be to devoutly. Consummation a:
'Tis to heir is flesh, that shocks natural thousand.
The and heart-ache, the end we say, to sleep a by and more,
No sleep to die. To them end opposing by,
And troubles of sea a against arms take to,
Or fortune, outrageous of arrows, and slings the suffer to mind.
The in nobler 'tis whether question the is
That be to not or be to.