talk of time, and of times galling yoke,
t like a millstone on mans mind doth press,
hich only works and business can redress:
Of divine Leisure such foul lies are spoke,
ounding s roke.
But mig meditation,
Assoiled live from t fiend Occupation--
Improbus Labor, ws h broke--
Id drink of times ric:
Fling in more days t to make the gem
t croop of Methusalem:
Yea on my ake, and never forfeit,
Like Atlas bearing up ty sky,
t burternity.
Deus Nobis ia Fecit.