Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is
toil.

Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is
toil.

Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.

Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.

Too long, that some may rest,
Tired millions toil unblest.

Too long, that some may rest,
Tired millions toil unblest.

I have had my labor for my travail; ill-thought-on of her, and
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I have had my labor for my travail; ill-thought-on of her, and
ill-thought-on of you; gone between and between, but small thanks
for my labor.

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.

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.

Nothing will work unless you do.

Nothing will work unless you do.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.

He that well his warke beginneth
The rather a good ende he winneth.

He that well his warke beginneth
The rather a good ende he winneth.