(the following is a complete rip-off, mostly credit W. Shakespeare)
…Or not to weed?
Whether ’tis nobler in the yard to struggle
Or relax on one’s weekend in a lesser fashion?
Or to take arms against a sea of invasives
And by opposing end them; they die or I sleep?
No more; I sleep and do not watch their end
The heart-ache of weeds is none to that
Which lack of rest shall impose on my being;
That flesh is Heir to?
There, I cannot tarry longer…
Rest is ordained, and so here shall I rest.
(Wilst thou continue? I prithee…)