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To Megane or not to Megane? That is the question!
Whether 'tis nobler in the eyes to suffer
The smudges and scratches of a pair of dirty glasses,
Or to take them off and face a sea of blurryness,
And by taking them off lose them? To take of, to lose.
Glasses no more; and by taking them off to say we end
The heart-ache and thousand natural mocks
That glasses wearers are heir to, 'tis a consumation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To take of, to lose;
To lose: perchance to blind: ay, there's the rub;
For in that haze of blindness what shapes may crash on
When we are shuffling on those mortal roads,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of such Megane life;
For who would bear the snarks and scorns of lunchtime, The bullies' wrongs, the fashionistas contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the reading's delay,
The insolence of the perfectly sighted, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With Lasik surgery? who would fardels bear,
To squint and rub under a weary sight,
But that the dread of malpractice during surgery,
The unfixable situation from whose bourn
No patient returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does 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 pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.