To sell, or not to sell: that is the question:
Whether 'tis easier on the mind to suffer
The spikes and plunges of unsteady markets,
Or to sell everything and exit this sea of troubles,
And by liquidating end them? To vend: to sell;
No more; and by a selling end
The head-aches and the thousand personal shocks
That investing is heir to, 'tis a conclusion
Devoutly to be wish'd. To exit, to wait;
To wait: perchance to hope: ay, there's the risk;
For in that withdrawal what chances will be missed
While we have shuffled off the investors life,
Must give us concern: there's the respect
That makes catastrophe of withdrawal;
For who would bear the dips and losses of unexpected plunges,
The market makers’ spreads, the insider’s splurges,
The pangs of strategies failed, the market's delays,
The dilution of new shares and hopes delusions
The never ending wait for gains,
When he himself might his exit make
With by selling all? who would these uncertainties bear,
To fret and sweat under unseen threats,
But that the fear of nothingness beyond the markets,
That barren world from whose clutches
No investor returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus the fear of poverty does make heroes of us all;
And thus the resolution to continue
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great depth and instinct
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And we choose the name of action. - Beware you now!
Some more announcements! Nymphs, feeding my desires
Be all my trades remember'd.
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