Decisions - Decisions--

Shall I cast my nighted colors off,
Set aside the pleurant shroud?
Dress myself in cap and bells,
Attire my frame in motley proud?

But would those who know me best prefer
To see me thus transformed to jongleur?

Shall I be but whimsy's fool,
And full capricious so cavort?
Rather than with solemn step
And doleful march make my transport?

But, wil'st my feet not find it hard
To change funeral march to galliard?

For my play is in the final act,
Is it not too late to change the show?
To take up now the rogue Falstaff
And lay aside dark Prospero?

Have I yet the mind and heart
To learn so late another part?

And so my mind of two minds is,
But with age comes wisdom, or so they say.
So I shall not go left nor right-
But on the middle course will stay.

And whilst my cape keep colored dun,
Line it with bright taterdemalion.

Bright Chanticleer-Dark Rossingnol
If two such in duet would meet-
Twix the midnight and the dawn-
Might the music not be strangely sweet?

And so shall I divided go-
half a magpie - half a crow.