His docile reason can submissive bend:

But worthless he that reason’s voice defies,

Nor wise himself, nor duteous to the wise.

But thou, oh Perses! what my words impart

Let mem’ry bind for ever on thy heart.

[67]Oh son of Dios! labour evermore,

That hunger turn abhorrent from thy door;

That Ceres blest, with spiky garland crown’d,

Greet thee with love and bid thy barns abound.

[68]Still on the sluggard hungry want attends,