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.