talk of time, and of times galling yoke,

        t like a millstone on mans mind doth press,

        hily works and business    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.
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