Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food;
But sleep will soon the weary soul prepare
For cares to-morrow that were this day's care;
For forms, for feasts, that sundry times have past,
And formal feasts that will for ever last.
"But then from study will no comforts rise?"
Yes! such as studious minds alone can prize;
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Comforts, yea! joys ineffable they find,