Who has done his day's work? I pass death with the dying after that birth with the new-wash'd babe, after that am not contain'd between my boater and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every individual good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts altogether good. Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go ahead too, and am tried and sentenced. Each who passes is consider'd, all who stops is consider'd, not definite one can it fall. I appointment the orchards of spheres and air at the product, And look by quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green.