To bead, or not to bead, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the beader to suffer
The strings and clasps of outrageous bead venders,
Or to take arms against a sea of beads
And by stringing end them. To unbead—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That beader is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To unbead, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to bead—ay, there’s the rub!
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