Leisure
The heaven-sweet burthen of eternity.
That like a millstone on mans mind doth press,
Fling in more days thttp://www.99lib•nethan went to make the gem
Deus Nobis H?c Otia Fecit.
That crownd white top of Methusa
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lem:Yea on my weak neck take, and never forfeit,
Improbus Labor, which my spirits hath broke--www.99lib.net
Assoiled live from that fiend Occupation--
Of divine Leisure such foul lies are spoke,
But might I, fed with silent meditation,
Wounding her fair gifts with calumnious stroke.
Which only works and business can redress:
Like Atlas bearing up the dainty sky,
They talk of time, and of times galling yoke,
Id drink of times rich cup, and never surfeit: