Abraham Cowley,
To the Lord Falkland
“ Thrust into th' noise and business of a State, All Virtues, and some Customs of the Court, Other mens Labour, are at least his Sport. Whilst we who can no action undertake, Whom Idleness it self might Learned make, Who hear of nothing, and as yet scarce know, Whether the Scots in England be or no, Pace dully on, oft tire, and often stay, Yet see his nimble Pegasus fly away. ”
