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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I look on that man as happy, who, when there is a question of success, looks into his work for read more
I look on that man as happy, who, when there is a question of success, looks into his work for a reply.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumb-bells?
To dig a vineyard is a worthier exercise for men.
Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumb-bells?
To dig a vineyard is a worthier exercise for men.
Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.
Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.
