To print, or not to print—that is the question.
Whether ’tis better in a trunk to bury
The quirks and crotchets of outrageous fancy,
Or send a well-wrote copy to the press,
And, by disclosing, end them? To print, to doubt
No more, and by one act to say we end
The headache, and a thousand natural shocks,
Of scribbling frenzy—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To print—to beam
From the same shelf with Pope, in calf well-bound;