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Beaver, UT 84713
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L & H Electric Inc. Team
Office: 435-313-2104 | Email: lhelectric19@gmail.com
Lonnie Olsen 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 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 coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long
a life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud.
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 coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long
a life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud.
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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 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 coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long
a life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud.
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 coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long
a life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud.