He ran, he wrought, he wrote—to read or play
He had no time, nor much to feed or pray.
What pass’d without he heard not—or he heard
Without concern, what he nor wish’d nor fear’d;
Told of the Captain and his wealth, he sigh’d, 540
And said, “how well his table is supplied!”
But with the sigh it caused the sorrow fled; }
He was not feasted, but he must be fed; }
And he could sleep full sound, though not full soft his bed. }
But still, ambitious thoughts his mind possess’d,