To Leave, Or Not To Leave
To leave, or not to leave: that was the question:
Whether 'tis nobler to finish what we started
Together, the raising of outrageous fortune,
Or to follow the dream I’ve been chasing,
In some way, perhaps my whole life:
We know all the world's a stage,
And we men and women are merely players;
We have our exits and our entrances;
And one in his or her time plays many parts,
As you all have for me.
You’ve been my friends, faithful and just
And together we have been ambitious;
Friends, colleagues, countrymen, lend me your ears!
I want to thank you all, and to praise you.
So now say you
Out, damn'd spot! out,!—One; two: why, then
'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky.
Cowards die many times before their deaths
So it is-
To leave: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For Yale is such stuff that dreams are made of-
Yet -- Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
And so I say, Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.