And many and unprofitable toils
For me who bore them. For one needs must rear
The heedless infant like an animal,
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(How can it else be?) as his humour serves.
For while a child is yet in swaddling clothes,
[*]It speaketh not, if either hunger comes,
Or passing thirst, or lower calls of need;
And children's stomach works its own content.
And I, though I foresaw this, call to mind