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,