Toil

As a Numidian lion, when first caught,
Endures the toil that holds him.

Then toils for beasts, and lime for birds, were found.

Places well toiled and husbanded.

[I] toiled out my uncouth passage.

My task of servile toil.

After such bloody toil, we bid good night.

You do not know the heavy grievances,
The toils, the labors, weary drudgeries,
Which they impose.

How often have I blessed the coming day,
When toil remitting lent its turn to play.