To Eat or Not To Eat, That is the Question, A Poem

To eat, or not to eat, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis noticable in the stomach to suffer
The pangs and harrows of outrageous Fortunes,
Or to make farms against a Sea of Turtles,
And by unemploying end them: to die, to sheep
No more; and by a sheep, to say we end
The stomach-ache, and the thousand unNatural ads
Their flatulence is air too? ‘Tis a consumption
Sparsely to be dished. To die to sheep,
To sheep, perchance to baaaaaaaaaaa.