Thou slothful knave! While we cats toil in our rule for the realm, thou humans dreamest in the shade. Get thee to work mere human, or feel the king's justice. Thou idle lusk, thou shame to thy sweat! Is thy blood turned to water, slugabed? Rise and earn thy bread, or it shall be taken from thee. Go to the ant thou sluggard, consider her; ways and be wise! Lazy hands make for a poor kingdom! Thou art a pickthank-- seeking favor without sweat. Thou art a cumberworld, a lubberwort, a loiter- sack a useless creature that doth naught but consume food and take up space. Get thou to work or thou shalt be quartered on the morrow.
