As lords their labourers' hire delay, <br />Fate quits our toil with hopes to come, <br />Which, if far short of present pay, <br />Still, owns a debt and names a sum. <br /> <br />Quit not the pledge, frail sufferer, then, <br />Although a distant date be given; <br />Despair is treason towards man, <br />And blasphemy to Heaven.<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-lords-their-labourers-hire-delay/
