O good old man! how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion.
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.
Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways
Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers.
WARTON: _Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon._