To mask, or not to mask, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous virtue shaming,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of verbiage,
And by opposing end them: to mask, or to sleep;
Sheep No more; and by a sheep sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what vaccinations may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
-altered by me: may Shakespeare forgive me….
I couldn’t help it…