His noble negligences teachWhat others' toils despair to reach.
I never strove to rule the roast,She ne'er refus'd to pledge my toast.
Abra was ready ere I call'd her name;And, though I call'd another, Abra came.
For hope is but the dream of those that wake!
A Rechabite poor Will must live,And drink of Adam's ale.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,And often took leave; but was loth to part.
A wise and salutary neglect.
Celerity is never more admiredThan by the negligent.
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