Yes, the meter's way off. I'm tired.

[sabine]

Got it from silmaril: When you see this on a friend's journal, quote Shakespeare in your own.

There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time?
The oppressors' wrongs, the proud man's contumely,
the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay,
the insolence of office, the spurns that patient
merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might
his quietus make with a bare bodkin? 
But that the dread of something after death,
the undiscovered country from whose bourne
no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us
rather bear those ills we have than fly to those we know not of.
Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all,
and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er
and enterprises of great pith and moment in this regard
their currents turn awry and lose the name of action!