The heaven-sweet burthen of eternity.

That like a millstone on mans mind doth press,

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Deus Nobis H?c Otia Fecit.

That crownd white top of Methusahttp://www.99lib.netlem:

Yea on my weak neck take, and never forfeit,

Improbus Labor, which my spirits hath broke--www.99lib.net

Assoiled live from that fiend Occupation--

Of divine Leisure such foul lies are spoke,

But might I, fed with silent meditation,

Wounding her fair gifts with calumnious stroke.

Which only works and business can redress:

Like Atlas bearing up the dainty sky,

They talk of time, and of times galling yoke,

Id drink of times rich cup, and never surfeit: