To bowl or not to bowl, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The injuries and defeats of a season lost, Or to take the field against a sea of troubles And by playing end them. To quit—to rest, No more; and by a rest to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That losses are heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To quit, to rest; To rest, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: For in that offseason what dreams may come, When ...
