William Shakespeare,
King Richard II
“ Enter King Richard and Queen; Aumerle, Bushy, Green, Bagot, Ross and Willoughby. YORK. The King is come. Deal mildly with his youth, For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more. QUEEN. How fares our noble uncle, Lancaster? KING RICHARD. What comfort, man? How is’t with aged Gaunt? GAUNT. O, how that name befits my composition! Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old. Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast, And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt? For sleeping England long time have I watched; Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt. ”
