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.

Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
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Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.

I never did anything by accident, nor did any of my inventions come by accident; they came by work.

I never did anything by accident, nor did any of my inventions come by accident; they came by work.

A warke it ys as easie to be done
As tys to saye Jacke! robys on.

A warke it ys as easie to be done
As tys to saye Jacke! robys on.

The harder I work, the luckier I get.

The harder I work, the luckier I get.

May you - Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is read more

May you - Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is watching, screw like it's being filmed, and drink like a true Irishman

I am giving you examples of the fact that this creature man, who
in his own selfish affairs is read more

I am giving you examples of the fact that this creature man, who
in his own selfish affairs is a coward to the backbone, will
fight for an idea like a hero. . . . I tell you, gentlemen, if
you can shew a man a piece of what he now calls God's work to do,
and what he will later call by many new names, you can make him
entirely reckless of the consequences to himself personally.

Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that read more

Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . .
Sabbathless Satan!