Thou hungerest not, thou thirstest not enough.
Thou art a temporizing thing, mean heart.
Down – drawn, thou pick’st up straws and wretched stuff,
Stooping as if the worlds floor were the chart,
Of the long way thy lazy feet must tread.
Thou dreamest of the crown hung o’er thy head –
But that is safe – thou gatherest hairs and fluff!