The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.
I say, without characters, fame lives long.
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!