When I had doffed the sweater and flannels in which I had breakfasted, Jeeves informed me that E. Jimpson could see me at eleven, and I thanked him and asked him to tell the garage to send the car round at ten-forty-five.Writing some four hundred years ago, Robert Herrick captures a constant across the centuries; free people's exasperation with their government.
'Somewhat earlier than that, sir,' he said, 'if I might make the suggestion. The traffic. Would it not be better to take a cab?'
'No, and I'll tell you why. After I've seen the doc, I thought I might drive down to Brighton and get a spot of sea air. I don't suppose the traffic will be any worse than usual, will it?'
'I fear so, sir. A protest march is taking place this morning.
What, again? They seem to have them every hour on the hour these days, don't they?'
'They are certainly not infrequent, sir.'
'Any idea what they're protesting about?'
'I could not say, sir. It might be one thing or it might be another. Men are suspicious, prone to discontent. Subjects still loathe the present Government.'
'The poet Nash?'
'No, sir. The poet Herrick.'
'I wonder what they had done to him to stir him up like that. Probably fined him five quid for failing to abate a smoky chimney.'
'As to that I have no information, sir.'
From The Hesperides.
Present Government Grievous.
by Robert Herrick
Men are suspicious, prone to discontent:
Subjects still loathe the present government.
There's just the couplet but it has stood the test of time.