"O dura ilia messorum!" [488]—"Oh

Ye rigid guts of reapers!" I translate[IW]For the great benefit of those who know

What indigestion is—that inward fate

Which makes all Styx through one small liver flow.

A peasant's sweat is worth his lord's estate:

Let this one toil for bread—that rack for rent,

He who sleeps best may be the most content.