are on earto toil;
Nor seek to leave tending of the vines
For all t o till it declines,
And Deaths mild curfew shall from work assoil.
God did anoint th his odorous oil,
to le, not to reign; and he assigns
All tears over, like pure crystallines,
For younger fellohe soil
to s. So others shall
take patience, labor, to t and hand
From t and thy brave cheer,
And Gods grace fructify to
t floand,
And ss deher near.