The pangs and arrows of outrageous love
Or to take arms against the powerful flame
And by opposing quench it.
To wed—to marry—
And by a marriage say we end
The heartache and the thousand painful shocks
Love makes us heir to—’tis a consummation.
Devoutly to be wished! to wed—to marry
Perchance a scold! aye, there’s the rub
For in that wedded life what ills may come