How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.

How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
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With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread.

Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,
The protest of the weak against the strong.

Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,
The protest of the weak against the strong.

By labor fire is got out of stone.

By labor fire is got out of stone.

They can expect nothing but their labor for their pains.
- Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra),

They can expect nothing but their labor for their pains.
- Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra),

The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest of all pleasures.

The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest of all pleasures.

Human history is work history. The heroes of the people are work heroes.

Human history is work history. The heroes of the people are work heroes.

Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed read more

Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration.

The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day.

The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day.