"What Dreams May Come" Shakespeare Quote from Hamlet
This quality Shakespeare Quote Mug shows a vanitas / memento mori themed quote on this top quality glossy white ceramic mug, perfectly printed to brighten your morning coffee / elevenses brew / lunch break / afternoon tea! A reminder if needed that we should live while we can and have some fun along the way. We have sturdy boxes perfect for orders of 1, 2, 4 and 6.
*** Designed to work for right and left-handed with the same design on front and back ***
Mugs
- 11oz ceramic mug.
- Height 97 mm (3.23 inches)
- Diameter 82 mm (3.82 inches)
- Glossy white finish.
- Dishwasher and microwave safe.
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We chose a high quality ceramic for durability, these mugs are made to last!
Ceramic takes less energy to fire than eg glass and is generally stronger and longer lasting (it certainly lasts longer than paper, bamboo, and plastic - if you don't count time in landfill/ocean plastic!). The more you use your mug, the more eco it becomes!
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The ink is water-based, non-toxic, lasts the lifetime of the product and is vegan friendly too.
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Full Quote:
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 heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, 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,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of dispised 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 Fardels bear, [F: these Fardels]
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered 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 pitch and moment, [F: pith]
With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F: away]
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.[1]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_be,_or_not_to_be