Is now much more afflicted to delight
His tasteless palate, and lost appetite.
Besides, though God ordain'd, that with the light
60Man should begin his work, yet he made night
For his repose, in which the weary sense
Repairs itself by rest's soft recompense.
But now his watchful nights and troubled days
Confused heaps of fear and fancy raise.
His chamber seems a loose and trembling mine;
His pillow quilted with a porcupine;