To find must be the business of our lives;
And when we know what Love delights to see,
We must his guardians and providers be.
As careful peasants, with incessant toil,
Bring earth to vines in bare and rocky soil,
And, as they raise with care each scanty heap,
Think of the purple clusters they shall reap: 420
So those accretions to the mind we’ll bring,
Whence fond regard and just esteem will spring;
Then, though we backward look with some regret