Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow. . . . . . . . . . To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;1 To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne. Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end, That doth his life in so long tendance spend!
Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 895.
Note 1. Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares.Plutarch: Of the Training of Children.
But suffered idleness To eat his heart away. Bryant: Homers Iliad, book i. line 319. [back]