O’er the wide earth when men the cuckoo hear
From spreading oak-leaves first delight their ear,
Three days and nights let heaven in ceaseless rains
Deep as thy ox’s hoof o’erflow the plains;
So shall an equal crop thy time repair
With his who earlier launch’d the shining share.
Lay all to heart: nor let the blossom’d hours
Of spring escape thee; nor the timely showers.
Pass by [95]the brazier’s forge where loiterers meet,
Nor saunter in the portico’s throng’d heat;