Himself to single joys and so refrain

From tasting their quintessence, frustrates, sure,

His prime design; each joy must he abjure

Even for love of it.

He laughed: what sage

But perishes if from his magic page

He look because, at the first line, a proof

'T was heard salutes him from the cavern roof?

"On! Give yourself, excluding aught beside,

To the day's task; compel your slave provide