The insolence of office.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Pain pays the income of each precious thing.