Chapter 258 of 266 · 61 words · ~1 min read

XXIV.

"This, I perceive, has been your occupation; You should have been more usefully employed; All men are bound to earn their daily ration, Where States make not that primal contract void By cramps and limits; simple devastation Is the worm's task, and what he has destroyed His monument; creating is man's work And that, too, something more than mist and murk."