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 1     I|   persuade me on~ To bear all toil and wake the clear nights
 2     I|    would ye mark, without all toil of ours,~ Spontaneous generations,
 3    II|   days and nights with hugest toil~ For summits of power and
 4    II|   more we press with main and toil, the more~ The water vomits
 5    II|       this wisdom by my sweet toil sought~ Look thou perceive,
 6   III| nights and days of the hugest toil~ To rise untrammelled to
 7   III|    open portals undertake the toil.~ Besides, if eyes of ours
 8   III|   long, discovered with sweet toil.~ But under one name I'd
 9   III|       they thus should do and toil~ 'Tis hard to say, since,
10   III|  search~ To endure a world of toil, O this it is~ To shove
11     V|     is to be, - and with what toil of words~ 'Tis mine to prove
12     V|      acquired by the sternest toil~ Are now in leaf, are now
13     V|      hands, and in more hardy toil~ To harden arms and hands.~
14    VI|       nay, though thou gavest toil~ To restore the same with
15    VI|     nor boots it~ For me much toil on this to spend. More fit~
16    VI|     By that contagion and the toil which then~ A sense of honour