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.
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Unemployment, with its injustice for the man who seeks and
thirsts for employment, who begs for labour and cannot read more
Unemployment, with its injustice for the man who seeks and
thirsts for employment, who begs for labour and cannot get it,
and who is punished for failure he is not responsible for by the
starvation of his children--that torture is something that
private enterprise ought to remedy for its own sake.
Work thou for pleasure--paint or sing or carve
The thing thou lovest, though the body starve--
Who read more
Work thou for pleasure--paint or sing or carve
The thing thou lovest, though the body starve--
Who works for glory misses oft the goal;
Who works for money coins his very soul.
Work for the work's sake, then, and it may be
That these things shall be added unto thee.
The finest eloquence is that which gets things done: the worst is
that which delays them.
The finest eloquence is that which gets things done: the worst is
that which delays them.
All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.
All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.
All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is
not satisfied with seeing, nor the read more
All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is
not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled hearing.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Work is a necessity for man. Man invented the alarm clock.
Work is a necessity for man. Man invented the alarm clock.
Let no one till his death
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
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Let no one till his death
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
Until the day's out and the labour done.
When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
Who was then the gentleman?
When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
Who was then the gentleman?
