To hoon, or not to hoon- that is the question:

"Arch Duke Maxyenko, Shit Talk Extraordinaire" (arch-duke-maxyenko)
09/17/2014 at 21:30 • Filed to: None

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The rods and pistons of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of autos,

And by opposing end them. To drive- to shift-

No more; and by a shift to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To drive- to shift.

To shift- perchance to drift: ay, there's the rub!

For in that shift to second what drifts may come

When we have shuffled off these sparking coils,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the chips and scrapes of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despis'd 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 gated manual? Who would these fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after a shift-

The undiscover'd road course, 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 pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!

The fair Manual!- Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my shifts rememb'red.