Theres the respect, That makes calamity of so long life: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely, The pangs of disprizd love, the laws delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act III. Scene 1. (His famous Soliloquy.) See Fardels.