[057] The constant service of the antique world,
[058] When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
060 Where none will sweat but for promotion,
And having that do choke their service up
Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a blossom yield
065 In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.
But come thy ways; we’ll go along together,