On the works of the world, on the bustle and sound,
Seated still in his boat, he look'd leisurely round;
And if now and then he his hands did employ,
'Twas with vanity, wonder, and infantine joy.
| 1815 | |
| ... were ... | 1800 |
... were ...
| 1815 | |
| For they all still imagin'd his hive full of honey; Like a Church-warden, Adam continu'd his rounds, | 1800 |
For they all still imagin'd his hive full of honey;
Like a Church-warden, Adam continu'd his rounds,