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 1    IV|      to cast, what net, what toil to pitch,~A niece he had,
 2   VII|     thus apply your harmless toil?"~"My son," quoth he, "this
 3   VII|     Not they whose sweat and toil their dinner gains,~Nor
 4   VII|     rest thee from thy weary toil.~Within this dungeon shalt
 5  VIII|    naught but travel for our toil,~Theirs was the praise,
 6  XIII| children small,~With endless toil again repaired the wall.~ ~
 7  XIII|   ground,~And made unfit for toil or warlike feat~His soldiers,
 8   XIV|    praise axed virtue lie~In toil and travel, sin and shame
 9   XIV|     not your tender limbs to toil engage;~In calm streams,
10  XVII|    from soft ease to try the toil of fight~His fond ambition
11  XVII| bliss, this good of ours:~By toil and travel, not by sitting