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.

For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep,
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For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep,
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.

Each one to his own trade; then would the cows be well cared for.

Each one to his own trade; then would the cows be well cared for.

Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth
not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word read more

Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth
not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.

With hand on the spade and heart in the sky
Dress the ground and till it;
Turn read more

With hand on the spade and heart in the sky
Dress the ground and till it;
Turn in the little seed, brown and dry,
Turn out the golden millet.
Work, and your house shall be duly fed:
Work, and rest shall be won;
I hold that a man had better be dead
Than alive when his work is done.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of read more

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou
art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.

All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not read more

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.

What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.