Two bears, or not two bears, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The mud and squalor of outside used slippers,
Or to take arms a-with soapseas of bubbles
And by opposing end them. To preen —to sweep,
No more; and by a sweep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wipe’d. To preen, to sweep;
To sweep, perchance to clean—ay, there’s the rub:
Charles Schulz
Two bears, or not two bears, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The mud and squalor of outside used slippers,
Or to take arms a-with soapseas of bubbles
And by opposing end them. To preen —to sweep,
No more; and by a sweep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wipe’d. To preen, to sweep;
To sweep, perchance to clean—ay, there’s the rub: