Whether 'tis Nobler in the park to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Mockery,
Or to take Paws against my Sea of cowardice,
And by ascending tame it: to climb, to seek
The top; and by this climb, to find the end
Of faint-heartedness, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Fur is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
It looks kind of high though. I think I'll just have a nappy instead.