Yet ’tis not to enjoy that we exist,
For that end only; something must be done. 665
I must not walk in unreproved delight
These narrow bounds, and think of nothing more,
No duty that looks further, and no care.
Each being has his office, lowly some
And common, yet all worthy if fulfilled 670
With zeal, acknowledgment that with the gift
Keeps pace, a harvest answering to the seed—
Of ill-advised Ambition and of Pride