Page:The castle of Indolence - an allegorical poem - Written in imitation of Spenser (IA castleofindolenc00thomiala).pdf/15

 Come, ye, who still the cumbrous Load of Life 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, Fee, I in Oblivion will your Sorrows steep, Your Cares, your Toils, will steep you in a Sea

With me, you need not rise at early Dawn, To pass the joyless Day in various : Or, low, on upstart Fortune fawn, And sell fair Honour for some paltry Pounds; Or through the City take your dirty Rounds, To cheat, and, and lye, and Visit pay, Now flattering base, now giving secret Wounds; Or proul in Courts of Law for human Prey,