Your passive faculties. He from the toils 400
And troubles of the day to heavier toil
Retires, whom trembling from the tower that rocks
Amid the clouds, or Calpe’s hideous height,
The busy dæmons hurl, or in the main
O’erwhelm, or bury struggling under ground. 405
Not all a monarch’s luxury the woes
Can counterpoise, of that most wretched man,
Whose nights are shaken with the frantic fits
Of wild Orestes; whose delirious brain,