Shakespeare Prepares to Travel

Setting: Shakespeare is sitting on his bed with his laptop, eyeing the clothes, books, and gizmos spread helter-skelter about his bedroom floor.

Background: Shakespeare is about to travel to the Upstate New York home of his friend Sir Walter Raleigh (Ben for short), where he will add Ben and Ben's luggage to his vehicle's inventory before continuing on to resume his studies at Hillsdale College.

To pack, or not to pack? That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler on my bed to ponder
The feeds and wall posts of outrageous Facebook,
Or to take arms against a sea of laundry,
And by much folding, end it. To stuff my bags,
No more; and in those bags to say I end
The quandaries and the thousand small decisions
That packing's heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To stuff, to haul,
To haul, perchance to cram: ay, there's the rub;
For in that car what cargo space remains
When we have shuffled off this icy drive
Must give us pause; there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long trip.
For who'd not bear the boxes full of books,
The hefty sacks, the suitcases so portly,
The need to be efficient--and the toll
That countless choices on the chooser take,
When he himself must needs decide to pack
Or leave his bodkin? Who'd not fardels bear
But that the dread of something in New York,
That well-beloved country from whose bourn
The journey stretches on, puzzles the will
And makes us rather stare at bags we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?*
Thus packing doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And schoolward journeys of great length and distance
In this regard their currents run awry,
And lose the name of action.

*Shakespeare is blaming his procrastination on a fear of being crowded once Ben's belongings and his are united. Really, though, he'd probably find something else to blame it on if he were planning to drive the whole way alone.