If they be not awake, the sages
Will 'bate your work and raise your wages:
But if you're balk'd, and time runs on,
Inquiry's made why you're not gone?
Your fellow-servants, you explain,
Prevail'd on you to 'stop again.'
But when you do go (you're the judge
Whether it's worth your while to budge),
Say "You have left so vile a race,
That none will venture on the place."