I enjoy reading Shakespeare, here’s my attempt 
To Ko or Not to Ko
To ko, or not to ko, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to risk
the slain dragons and conquered courtyards of the past,
Or to take shelter in the covert haven of safety,
And by opposing end to them: to retract, to let ‘em be
Set ‘em free; and by safety, to say we free
the struggles of a millennia for two eyes
that our opponent zealously dream’d? ’Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished. To retract, to let ‘em be,
To let ‘em be, perchance to Dream; aye, there’s the rub,
For in that wake of freedom, what horrors may come,
When he firms the grasp on the mortal coil,
must give us pause. There’s the respect
that makes Calamity of a ko-fight:
For who could bear the Razors and Scythes of his living dragon,
in my Shape’s weakness, the losing-end’s territory,
the pangs of lost influence, the byo-yomi’s delay,
the insolence of invasion, and the spurns
that patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his living shape make
With a bare white pebble? Who would these Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under oppressed third line territory,
But that the dread of the loss of something after ko,
the unwelcome’d death, from the remnants of a deadly struggle,
no profit is gained, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than to risk the position on a deprived man’s lust for living.
Thus conscious does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o’er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action.