Here he questions mortality, existential choice, and self-determination but does not reach a final resolution or provide ultimate meaning to one’s existence– he seems merely resigned by the end; “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 enterprise of great pitch and moment/With this regard their currents turn awry/And lose the name of action” (67-73). His final sentiment here seems not one of empowerment (“And lose the name of action”) but of resignation from inaction.