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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised 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?
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this
world to drown or hang themselves more read more
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this
world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen.
Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand.
Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand.
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or read more
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
The common damn'd shun their society.
The common damn'd shun their society.
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
If suicide be supposed a crime, it is only cowardice can impel us
to it. If it be no read more
If suicide be supposed a crime, it is only cowardice can impel us
to it. If it be no crime, both prudence and courage should
engage us to rid ourselves at once of existence when it becomes a
burden. It is the only way that we can then be useful to
society, by setting an example which, if imitated, would preserve
every one his chance for happiness in life, and would effectually
free him from all danger or misery.
Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep,
All things within its bosom sleep!
A single step, read more
Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep,
All things within its bosom sleep!
A single step, and all is o'er,
A plunge, a bubble, and no more.
Not many artists commit suicide by leaping off the pinnacle of success.
Not many artists commit suicide by leaping off the pinnacle of success.