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COWLEY'S ESSAYS.
Yet we even those too fettered see
By custom, business, crowds, and formal decency;
And wheresoe'er they stay, and wheresoe'er they go,
Impertinences round them flow.
These are the small uneasy things
Which about greatness still are found,
And rather it molest than wound
Like gnats which too much heat of summer brings;
But cares do swarm there too, and those have stings:
As when the honey does too open lie,
A thousand wasps about it fly
Nor will the master even to share admit;
The master stands aloof, and dares not taste of it.
II.
You cannot now; you must be gone
To Court, or to the noisy hall:
Besides, the rooms without are crowded all;
The steam of business does begin,
And a springtide of clients is come in.
