Of matrimony join—to have—to hold—
No more—and by that have to say we end
The heartache, and a thousand love-sick pangs
Of celibacy—’twere a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d—in nuptial band
To join till death dissolves.—Ay, there’s the rub;
For in that space what dull remorse may come,
When we have ta’en our solemn leave of liberty,
Must give us pause—There’s the respect
That slacks our speed in suing for a change.