To banish omens, and all restless woes. 420
In study some protract the silent hours,
Which others consecrate to mirth and wine;
And sleep till noon, and hardly live till night.
But surely this redeems not from the shades
One hour of life. Nor does it nought avail 425
What season you to drowsy Morpheus give
Of th’ ever-varying circle of the day;
Or whether, thro’ the tedious winter gloom,
You tempt the midnight or the morning damps.