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.

Man is born to work and prosper and not to rest and rust.

Man is born to work and prosper and not to rest and rust.

"Men work together," I told him from the heart,
"Whether they work together or apart."

"Men work together," I told him from the heart,
"Whether they work together or apart."

The dog that trots about finds a bone.

The dog that trots about finds a bone.

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.

Unraveling the web of Penelope.
[Lat., Penelopae telam retexens.]

Unraveling the web of Penelope.
[Lat., Penelopae telam retexens.]

Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.

Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past,
That I may give read more

In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
- Isaac Watts,