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[Like to the stone of Sisiphus, I roule]

Like to the stone of Sisiphus, I roule
From place to place, through weather faire and foule,
And yet I every day must wander still
To vent my Bookes, and gather friends good will;
I must confesse this worke is frivalowse,
And he that (for it) daignes to give a lowse,
Doth give as much for't as 'tis worth, I know;
Yet meerly merily I this jaunt did goe
In imitation of a mighty King,
Whose warlike acts, good fellowes often sing,
The King of France and twenty thousand men,
Went up the Hill, and so came downe agen.
So I this travell past, with cost and paine,
And (as I wisely went) came home againe.