And half had staggered that stout Stagirite.

Written at Cambridge.

Who first invented work, and bound the free

And holiday-rejoicing spirit down

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To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood?

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Sabbathless Satan!

Work.

I like you and your book, ingenious Hone!