IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 209 



The one supinely yawns to rest, 



Th' other eternally doth toil ; 

 Each of them equally a beast, 



A pamper 'd horse, or lab 'ring moil. 



The titulado's oft disgrac'd. 



By public hate, or private frown ; 



And he whose hand the creature rais'd. 

 Has yet a foot to kick him down. 



The drudge who would all get, all save, 

 Like a brute beast both feeds and lies ; 



Prone to the earth, he digs his grave, 

 And in the very labour dies. 



Excess of ill-got, ill-kept pelf, 



Does only death and danger breed ; 



"Whilst one rich worldling starves himself, 

 With what would thousand others feed : 



By which we see that wealth and power. 

 Although they make men rich and great, 



The sweets of life do often sour, 

 And gull ambition with a cheat. 



Nor is he happier than these 



Who, in a moderate estate, 



Where he might safely live at ease, 



Has lusts that are immoderate ; 

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