And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says such business
Had never like executor. I forget:
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;
Most busy lest when I do it."
Mr. Collier reads these last two lines thus—
"But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;
Most busy, least when I do it."