There were his young barbarians all at play;

There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire,

Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 141.

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!

Charles Lamb (1775-1834): Work.