Shakespeare, 30th November

'T is not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,   .    .    .

The inter tissued robe of gold and pearl,   .    .    .    .

No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,

Not all these, laid in bed majestical,

Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,

Who, with a body fill'd and vacant mind,

Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread.

                             King Henry V., Act iv., Sc, 1.