Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that read more

Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . .
Sabbathless Satan!

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.

He that well his warke beginneth
The rather a good ende he winneth.

He that well his warke beginneth
The rather a good ende he winneth.

A day's work is a day's work, neither more nor less, and the man
who does it needs a read more

A day's work is a day's work, neither more nor less, and the man
who does it needs a day's sustenance, a night's repose, and due
leisure, whether he be a painter or ploughman.

I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for
hours. I love to keep read more

I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for
hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it
nearly breaks my heart.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

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.

A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done.

A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done.

Work is the greatest thing in the world, so we should always save some of it for tomorrow.

Work is the greatest thing in the world, so we should always save some of it for tomorrow.