To be or not to be;
This is the temptation.

“…One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
‘Shall I love you?’ said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship and it lasted all through the summer.
‘It’s a ridiculous attachment,’ twittered the other Swallows;’ She has no money, and far too many relations; and indeed the river is quite full of Reeds.’ Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. ‘She has no conversation,’ he said… ‘I admit that she is domestic,’ he continued, ‘but I love traveling, and my wife, consequently should love traveling also.’
‘Will you come away with me?’ he said finally to her, but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
‘You’ve been trifling with me,’ he cried. ‘I am going to the Pyramids. Good-bye!’ and he flew away…”


The Happy Prince
By Oscar WILDE

Actually, Oscar Wild has just continued the story of the Swallow. Like all others, he has simply forgotten the Reed, staying at her home, crying silently into the river, waiting for her Love, her Swallow.
Neither the little Swallow, nor a clever man like Oscar Wild, has ever found out that the Reed indeed loves to travel. But she just “can’t”. And this is not her fault.