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The Castle of Indolence.
XVIII.
“Some Zest for Ease, 'tis not forbidden here.
“Amid the Groves you may indulge the Muse,
“Or tend the Blooms, and deck the vernal Year;
“Or softly stealing, with your watry Gear,
“Along the Brooks, the crimson-spotted Fry
“You may delude: The whilst, amus'd, you hear
“Now the hoarse Stream, and now the Zephyr's Sigh,
“Attuned to the Birds, and woodland Melody.
XIX.
“Losing the Days you see beneath the Sun;
“When, sudden, comes blind unrelenting Fate,
“And gives th'untasted Portion you have won,
“With ruthless Toil, and many a Wretch undone,
“To Those who mock you gone to Pluto's Reign,
“There with sad Ghosts to pine, and Shadows dun:
“But sure it is of Vanities most vain,
“To toil for what you here untoiling may obtain.”
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