Never sees horrid night, that child of hell,
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night
Sleeps in Elysium....
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Hath the forehand and vantage of a king."
Prince Henry says, in "Henry IV.":—
"O polished perturbation! Golden care!
That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide