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The Castle of Indolence.
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XII.
“Push hard up Hill; but as the farthest Steep
“You trust to gain, and put an End to Strife,
“Down thunders back the Stone with mighty Sweep,
“And hurls your Labours to the Valley deep,
“For-ever vain: come, and, withouten Fee,
“I in Oblivion will your Sorrows steep,
“Your Cares, your Toils, will steep you in a Sea
“Of full Delight: O come, ye weary Wights, to me!
XIII.
“To pass the joyless Day in various Stounds:
“Or, louting low, on upstart Fortune fawn,
“And sell fair Honour for some paltry Pounds;
“Or through the City take your dirty Rounds,
“To cheat, and dun, and lye, and Visit pay,
“Now flattering base, now giving secret Wounds;
“Or proul in Courts of Law for human Prey,
“In venal Senate thieve, or rob on broad High-way.
XIV.