When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride read more

When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride of man,
That nowe merres his mede?

The harder I work, the luckier I get.

The harder I work, the luckier I get.

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself read more

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.

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.

I try to be known more for my work than for anything else.

I try to be known more for my work than for anything else.

Keep doing some kind of work, that the devil may always find you
employed.
[Lat., Facito aliquid operis, read more

Keep doing some kind of work, that the devil may always find you
employed.
[Lat., Facito aliquid operis, ut semper te diabolus inveniat
occupatum.]

I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.

I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest of pleasures.
[Fr., Le fruit du travail est le plus doux read more

The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest of pleasures.
[Fr., Le fruit du travail est le plus doux des plaisirs.]