To tread a maze that never shall have end,
To burn in sighs and starve in daily tears,
To climb a hill and never to descend,
Giants to kill, and quake at childish fears,
To pine for food, and watch th' Hesperian tree,
To thirst for drink, and nectar still to draw,
To live accurs'd, whom men hold bless'd to be,
And weep those wrongs which never creature saw.
HENRY CONSTABLE.