Book, Chapter

 1   1, 1|       Toiling Sudras lived by labour, of their honest duty proud,~
 2   2, 2|       have passed of fruitful labour, years of work by fortune
 3   2, 2|     monarch, now his lifelong labour done,~For the weal of lovinor
 4   2, 2|    Years of toil and watchful labour weigh upon thee, king of
 5   4, 1|        Now inured to hermit's labour by the altar's sacred flame,~
 6   4, 2|   ruler's richest glory is to labour and to heal!~Guard thy forts
 7   5, 3|        And by sturdy toil and labour stately home and dwelling
 8   5, 3|    Praised a brother's loving labour, praised a hero's dauntless
 9   6, 1|  strong and valiant, quick to labour and obey,~Tales of bygone
10   9, 7| foolish counsel led,~Toil and labour fail and perish save when
11  12, 3|    supplemental is the poet's labour done,~All thy matchless