Shall I compare thee to a setter’s A? Thou hath more set options in thy toolkit. Rough winds do shake the net during the day, And thy position hath both the hitters split. Sometime too fast the ball would hit the lines, And often is the edge of thy block skimmed; And every ref sometimes misses the signs, By chance, or nature’s changing course, of the wind; But thine eternal ref shall not be swayed, Nor lose thine argument for that call thou ow’st, Nor shall complaints cause thy game delayed, When thy game may be cut due to time almost. So long as refs can't see, thy players agree, So long thy mental, this call lives in thy head rent free.