What if Hamlet was a Project Manager?

To launch, or not to launch: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The risks and delays of an uncertain project, Or to take arms against a sea of obstacles, And by opposing end them? To delay—to postpone— No more; and by delay to say we end The timeline, and the thousand natural shocks That projects are heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To launch—to deliver— To deliver! Perchance to succeed! Ay, there's the rub, For in that success of launch, what risks may come, When we have shuffled off this project's stage, Must give us pause—there's the respect That makes calamity of a successful launch; For who would bear the whips and scorns of stakeholders, The sponsor's delay, the customer's complaints, The pangs of missed targets, the schedule's delay, The insolence of developers, and the spurns That patient merit of the worthy project manager, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare delay? Thus the thought of launch Makes cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of risk, And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard their timelines turn awry, And lose the name of action.