To take arms against a sea of troubles.
Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.