King and Peasant Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell? In cradle of the rude imperious surge, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, With deafening clamour in the slippery That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. King Henry IV. Part II, Act III, Sc. 1. WHAT infinite heart's-ease WH Must kings neglect, that private men And what have kings, that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage But poisn'd flattery? Oh, be sick, great greatness, King's Hardships And bid thy Ceremony give thee cure! Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Command the health of it? No, thou proud That play'st so subtly with a king's repose; Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Never sees horrid night, the child of hell, Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn, And, but for ceremony, such a wretch, Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. Whose hours the peasant best advantages. I THINK the King is but a man, as I am. The violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions. His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing. King Henry V. Act IV, Sc. I The Philos opher Speaks Wavering Τ THE COMMONS HE wavering commons' . . . love Ties in their purses, and whoso emp ties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. THO chooseth me shall gain what many men desire." "WH What many men desire! That "many" may be meant By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Which pries not to the interior, but, like the Builds in the weather on the outward wall, I will not choose what many men desire, The Merchant of Venice. Act II, Sc. 9. |