It is generally said, "Past labors are pleasant," Euripides says,
for you all know the Greek verse, "The recollection read more

It is generally said, "Past labors are pleasant," Euripides says,
for you all know the Greek verse, "The recollection of past
labors is pleasant."
[Lat., Vulgo enim dicitur, Jucundi acti labores: nec male
Euripides: concludam, si potero, Latine: Graecum enim hunc
versum nostis omnes: Suavis laborum est proeteritorum memoria.

What does labor want? We want more schoolhouses and less jails; more books and less arsenals; more learning and less read more

What does labor want? We want more schoolhouses and less jails; more books and less arsenals; more learning and less vice; more leisure and less greed; more justice and less revenge; in fact, more of the opportunities to cultivate our better natures,

I learned in the early part of my career that labor must bear the cross for others' sins, must be read more

I learned in the early part of my career that labor must bear the cross for others' sins, must be the vicarious sufferer for the wrongs that others do.

When admirals extoll'd for standing still,
Of doing nothing with a deal of skill.

When admirals extoll'd for standing still,
Of doing nothing with a deal of skill.

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.

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one.

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one.

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.

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.

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.