To buy, or not to buy: 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? Not to buy: to stayput;
No SB3; and by stayput is to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That audiophilic ear is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To stayput, No Redwine;
No Redwine: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of remorse what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this fiscal sanity,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life without Redwine;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
But that the dread of something after staying put,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to the dark side 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.
