For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of dispised Love, the Law’s delay,The insolence of Office, and the spurnsThat patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin ?
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of dispised Love, the Law’s delay,The insolence of Office, and the spurnsThat patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin ?
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1