"'Down, down, down, and down,With idler, knave, and tyrant;Why for sluggards stint and moilHe that will not live by toilHas no right on English soil;God's word's our warrant!
"'Up, up, up, and up,Face your game, and play it!The night is past—behold the sun!—The cup is full, the web is spun,The Judge is set, the doom begun;Who shall stay it?'"
End of Project Gutenberg's Alton Locke, Tailor And Poet, by Charles Kingsley