Whether ’tis nobler inwardly to suffer
The pangs and twitchings of uneasy stomach,
Or to take brandy-toddy ’gainst the colic,
And by imbibing, end it? To drink—to sleep—
To snore; and, by a snooze, to say we end
The headache, and the morning’s parching thirst,
That drinking’s heir to;—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To drink—to pay—
To pay the waiter’s bill? Ay, there’s the rub;
For in that snipe-like bill a stop may come,