O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.