The laws of health, like me;
Nor cares to know them; so I turn’d
And left his fancy free.
A man approach’d with bending frame,
His eyes by searching task’d;
A chance, I thought, to help one came;
So, “What is lost?” I ask’d.
“Lost?—every thing!” he said, and frown’d;
“Ay, every thing I sought.
All day and night, the whole week round,