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The "value" or "worth" of a man is, as of all other things, his
price; that is to say, read more
The "value" or "worth" of a man is, as of all other things, his
price; that is to say, so much as would be given for the use of
his power.
By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out read more
By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out sight,
Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir,
To put on when you're weary--or a stool
To tumble over and vex you . . . curse that stool!
Or else at best, a cushion where you lean
And sleep, and dream of something we are not,
But would be for your sake. Alas, alas!
This hurts most, this . . . that, after all, we are paid
The worth of our work, perhaps.
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
The Lord had a job for me, but I had so much to do,
I said, "You get somebody read more
The Lord had a job for me, but I had so much to do,
I said, "You get somebody else--or wait till I get through."
I don't know how the Lord came out, but He seemed to get along:
But I felt kinda sneakin' like, 'cause I know'd I done Him wrong.
One day I needed the Lord--Needed Him myself--needed Him right
away,
And He never answered me at all, but I could hear Him say
Down in my accusin' heart, "Nigger, I'se got too much to do,
You get somebody else or wait till I get through."
The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.
[Ger., Der Mohr hat seine Arbeit gethan, der Mohr read more
The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.
[Ger., Der Mohr hat seine Arbeit gethan, der Mohr kann gehen.]
Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it.
Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it.
My work is a game, a very serious game.
My work is a game, a very serious game.
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall
blame;
And no one shall work read more
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall
blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate
star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They
Are!
