To be free software, or not to be; that is the question

Whether ‘tis nobler in the code to suffer

The slings and arrows of newbie programmers,

Or to grunt and sweat under a proprietary codebase,

Any by opposing them? To profit: to code; no more

But that the dread of some bug after release,

The undiscover’d flaw from whose outrage

No customer returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than rely on others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sickled o’er with the pale cast of thought,

And code enterprises of great in-house developed pith

With this regard their old code turn awry,

And lose the name of action. –Soft you now!

The fair Stallman! Nymph, in thy foundations

Be all my code remember’d