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 * 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.

'Tis morning, well, I fain would yet sleep on;
 * 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.