Sunday, August 25, 2013

Shakespeare, 25th August

Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keep's the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
As he whose brow with homely bigger bound
Snores out the watch of night.

King Henry IV., Pt 2., Act iv., Sc. 5.

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