The field of industry absorbs them all,
Yet there are others playing on that green,
Knuckling at marbles, or at batting ball.
One well-known lad has gone across the sea,
Another’s crippled, and another’s dead:
Out of those twenty there remains but three,
And they have cares, for each of them have wed.
The man—a merchant, or a city-scribe,
Has round him rang’d his family-group at night;
His gains are great, and therefore doth subscribe