From the diary of Alonso Quijano
To be or not to be: such is the true
Inquiry of mankind. Is't then braver
To fall to the alter of cogent rue
Or rush to honor without such haver?
Reason is the best of death, and errant
Is the worst of reason, not thus distilled.
Away this death! These dreams alive daren't;
But dreams! Do they away be they fulfilled?
That is why we live; to dream! I suffer
Where injustice, and my Aldonza reign!
Why defer it? With the astral proffer—
A dream smelled and tasted; this puzzle lain!
Thought leaves it virgin with a willful vow.
Behold valor! I am Quixote now!