What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.

What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.

"Men work together," I told him from the heart,
"Whether they work together or apart."

"Men work together," I told him from the heart,
"Whether they work together or apart."

I am nothing and to nothing tend,
On earth I nothing have and nothing claim,
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I am nothing and to nothing tend,
On earth I nothing have and nothing claim,
Man's noblest works must have one common end,
And nothing crown the tablet of his name.

Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
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Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yarn confess
The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.

But when dread Sloth, the Mother of Doom, steals in,
And reigns where Labour's glory was to serve,
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But when dread Sloth, the Mother of Doom, steals in,
And reigns where Labour's glory was to serve,
Then is the day of crumbling not far off.

Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.

Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

I never remember feeling tired by work, though idleness exhausts me completely.

I never remember feeling tired by work, though idleness exhausts me completely.

Idleness is many gathered miseries in one name.

Idleness is many gathered miseries in one name.