Leisure

    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.