To fuck, or not to fuck, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous virginity,
Or to take arms against a sea of vaginas,
And by opposing end them: to have a little death, to sleep alone
No more; and by sleep alone no more, to say we end
The heart-ache, and endure the thousand natural shocks
By putting Flesh in other Flesh? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To fuck, to sex,
To sex, perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub,
For in that little sleep of death, what wet dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this virginity,
Must give us pause before we commit to the segg.