To lag, or not to lag--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous delays
Or to take arms against a sea of crashes
And by opposing end them. To quit, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That games are heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To quit, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep in bed what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this gaming coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long a night.