Tom's Garland; upon the Unemployed

Tom - garlanded with squat and surly steel     Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick     By him and rips out rockfire homeforth - sturdy Dick;     Tom Heart-at-ease, Tom Navvy: he is all for his meal     Sure, 's bed now. Low be it: lustily he his low lot (feel     That ne'er need hunger, Tom; Tom seldom sick,     Seldomer heartsore; that treads through, prickproof, thick     Thousands of thorns, thoughts) swings though. Common- weal     Little I reck ho! lacklevel in, if all had bread:     What! Country is honour enough in all us - lordly head,     With heaven's lights high hung round, or, mother-ground     That mammocks, mighty foot. But no way sped,     Nor mind nor mainstrength; gold go garlanded     With, perilous, O n; nor yet plod safe shod sound;          Undenizened, beyond bound     Of earth's glory, earth's ease, all; no one, nowhere,     In wide the world's weal; rare gold, bold steel, bare          In both; care, but share care -     This, by Despair, bred Hangdog dull; by Rage,     Manwolf, worse; and their packs infest the age.