Perhaps it’s appropriate to repeat this (BTF) here:
To revolt, or not to revolt — that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous government
Or to take arms against a sea of tyrannies
And by opposing end them. To depose, to exile —
No more — and by a revolution to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand unnatural oppressions
That citizens are exposed to. ‘Tis a constitution
Devoutly to be wished. To depose, to exile —
To depose — pursue the dream: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that seeking of dreams what despots may come
When we have slipped off these Marxist chains,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so many lives.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of tyrants,
Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the congressman’s contumely
The pangs of despised legislation, 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 taxes bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after the revolt,
The undiscovered country, of whose nature
No pundit knows, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those idiots we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus contingency 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. — Soft you now,
The fair America! — Liberty, in thy history
Be all our sins remembered.
(Apologies to Wm Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1, Ca. 1600)
Close the book.