From Canto I.
 The castle hight of Indolence,
  And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
  We lived right jollily.

  O MORTAL man, who livest here by toil,
  Do not complain of this thy hard estate;
  That like an emmet thou must ever moil,
  Is a sad sentence of an ancient date;
  And, certes, there is for it...