As lords their labourers` hire delay, Fate quits our toil with hopes to come, Which, if far short of present pay, Still, owns a debt and names a sum. Quit not the pledge, frail sufferer, then, Although a distant date be given; Despair is treason towards man, And blasphemy to Heaven.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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