None felt hard labour, or the sweating Plough:
The willing earth brought tribute to her King:
Bacchus unborn lay hidden in the cling
Of big swollen Grapes; their drink was every silver spring.
And in another place, speaking of the vanity of ambitious Covetousness.
Vain men, too fondly wise, who plough the Seas,
With dangerous pains another earth to find:
Adding new Worlds to th' old, and scorning ease,
The earths vast limits daily more unbind!
The aged World, though now it falling shows,