O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
William ShakespeareHe is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
William ShakespeareO polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
William ShakespeareHe is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
William Shakespeare