To knit, or not to knit, that is the question:
Whether 'tis worth it in the end to suffer
The slings and aggravations of outrageous patterns,
Or to take scissors against a sea of troubles
And by snipping end them. To clean—to knit,
No more; and by knit to say we end
The head-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That cleaning is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To cook, to knit;
To knit, perchance to procrastinate—ay, there's the truth:
For in that prolonged scarf what dreams may come,
When we have cast off this lengthy toil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long project.