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THE
CASTLE
OF
INDOLENCE.

 

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The Castle hight of Indolence,
And its false Luxury;
Where for a little Time, alas!
We liv'd right jollily.

 

I.

O Mortal Man, who livest here by Toil,

Do not complain of this thy hard Estate;
That like an Emmet thou must ever moil,
Is a sad Sentence of an ancient Date;
And, certes, there is for it Reason great;
For, though sometimes it makes thee weep and wail,
And curse thy Stars, and early drudge and late,
Withouten That would come an heavier Bale,
Loose Life, unruly Passions, and Diseases pale.

II.