To love, or not to love: that is the question: 

"The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks 
  That flesh is heir to". 

"I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter". 

 So how shall I presume? 


P <[log in to unmask]> wrote:  
True love in a tub.
P. M.

Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote: 
Being true to love, therein lies the rub! 

P <[log in to unmask]> wrote: 

I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

    -Ogden Nash, poet