Pursued prolixly, even the gentlest toil 210
Is waste of health: Repose by small fatigue
Is earn’d; and (where your habit is not prone
To thaw) by the first moisture of the brows.
The fine and subtle spirits cost too much
To be profus’d, too much the roscid balm. 215
But when the hard varieties of life
You toil to learn; or try the dusty chace,
Or the warm deeds of some important day:
Hot from the field, indulge not yet your limbs