And know, I have not yet the leisure to be good.—Oldham.
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and torturing hour
The bad affright, afflict the best.—Gray: Ode to Adversity.
When the scourge
Inexorably, and the torturing hour,
Calls us to penance.—Milton: Paradise Lost.
Lo, where the rosy-bosomed hours,