And storm-proof cells, with management most meet,

And unexampled housewif’ry, she frames;

Then to the field she hies, and on her back

Burden immense! brings home the cumbrous corn:

Then, many a weary step, and many a strain,

And many a grievous groan subdued, at length

Up the huge hill she hardly heaves it home;

Nor rests she here her providence, but nips

With subtle tooth the grain, lest from her garner,

In mischievous fertility, it steal,