Whether ’tis nobler in the town to suffer
The gibes and scorn of all who visit it;
Or to become a Burgh, and so end,
Once and for ever end them?—Being then
A Burgh, it will end its dirt and darkness,
Ruin and danger.—’Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To be a Burgh!
Perchance to pay a tax;—ay, there’s the rub;
For in that tax what shillings we may pay,
When we have wakened from our old-world sleep,