“Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried,

What Hell it is, in suing long to bide:

To lose good days, that might be better spent;

To waste long nights, in pensive discontent;

To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;

To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow;

To have thy Prince’s grace, yet want her Peer’s,

To have thy asking, yet wait many years;