For when thy labour doon al ys, For when your labour’s all doneAnd hast mad alle thy rekenynges, And you’ve made all the accountsIn stede of reste and newe thynges Instead of rest and other thingsThou goost hom to thy hous anoon, You go straight homeAnd, also domb as any stoon, And as dumb as any stoneThou sittest at another book Sit at another bookTyl fully daswed ys thy look. Till your eyes are fully dazed
In The House of Flame, Chaucer complains of "looking at screens all day" as if he were an office worker in 2025.
"Making all the accounts" here is akin to staring at an accounting spreadsheet all day.