Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to pass upon a lonely orphan, or to take arms against our better judjement, and by indulging, save it.
To by, perhaps to keep one more, aye there's the rub. For if we keep, what other noids may come when we have lost our will for temperence, must give us pause.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all!
And thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o're with our great love for orchids, and enterprises of great pith and moment, our self controll doth turn awry, and gives away to passion.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Phal bellina.
What's Phal bellina? it is not leaf, nor root,
Nor stem, nor lip, nor any other part
Belonging to an orchid. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a
Phal bastianii
By any other name would smell as sweet;