(O seely sheep the while!)
The corn is theirs, let others thresh,
Their hands they may not file.
They have great store and thrifty stocks,
Great friends and feeble foes;
What need them caren for their flocks,
Their boys can look to those.
These wisards welter in wealth's waves,
Pamper'd in pleasures deep;
They have fat kerns, and leany knaves,