routine
Spake then his Vaunt the valiant man, Beowulf Geat, ere the bed be sought:-- "Of force in fight no feebler I count me, in grim war-deeds, than Grendel deems him. Not with the sword, then, to sleep of death his life will I give, though it lie in my power. No skill is his to strike against me, my shield to hew though he hardy be, bold in battle; we both, this night, shall spurn the sword, if he seek me here, unweaponed, for war. Let wisest God, sacred Lord, on which side soever doom decree as he deemeth right."
"...if those [plays] now in fashion, whether fictitious or historical, are all, or most of them, notorious absurdities without head or tail; if the rabble listens to them with pleasure and approves of them and reckons them good when they are so far from being so; if the authors who write them and the managers who put them on and the actors who play them say that they must be good because the crowd likes them that way and not otherwise, that authors who have a plan and follow the plot as the rules of drama require serve only to please the three or four men of sense who understand them, while all the rest cannot make head nor tail of their subtleties, and this being so, the managers prefer to earn their daily bread from the many than a reputation from the few: such would have been the fate of my book, after scorching my eyebrows in a desperate attempt to keep the rules I mentioned before, and it would have been love's labor lost."
yes