Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
Vile strokes and scratches from outrageous Pens,
Or to take up Thatcher’s, ’gainst a sea of others,
And, using it, to end them? To write—with ease—
For ever! And with that ease to say we end
The headache and the thousand natural shocks
Which clerks are heir to—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished! To write—with ease—
With ease! enhanced to speed! Aye, there’s the rub!
As ’tis with ease of Pen our thoughts will flow,