Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art up-rous’d with some distemp’rature; Or if not so, then here I hit it right— Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
