DOGS ARE KIND!!!

To be kind, or not to be, that is the question Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them To die, to sleep, no more and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flash as air to tis a consummation devoutly to be wished To die, to sleep to sleep, perchance to dream Ay, there's the rub for in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, depressors wrong The proud man's contumely, the pangs of desprisy love The law's delay, the insolence of office And the sperms that patient merit of tonguety takes When he himself might his quietus make with a bare vodka Who would fartles bear to grunt and sweat under a weary mind I'm recording something From whose bourne no traveller returns Puzzles the will and makes us rather bear this guilt Than can comply to others whom we know not own Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought And enterprises of great pit and moment with disregard Their currents turn awry and lose the name of action Ah, forget it, I am gonna eat the hamster Ah, that was so worth it