gains; no sweat, no sweet; no mill, no meal. Will you just recollect those three things? I will tell you again, lest you should forget them. No pains, no gains; no sweat, no sweet; no mill, no meal. So just get up, sir, and may God grant that you may get up to some purpose! “Awake thou that steepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.” “Let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober.” But, Mr. Sluggard, this life is the time of ploughing and sowing. It is winter-time