Hasten slowly, and without losing heart, put your work twenty
times upon the anvil.
[Fr., Hatez-vous lentement; et, read more

Hasten slowly, and without losing heart, put your work twenty
times upon the anvil.
[Fr., Hatez-vous lentement; et, sans perdre courage,
Vingt fois sur le metier remettez votre ouvrage.]

The taxpayer - that's someone who works for the federal government but doesn't have to take the civil service examination.

The taxpayer - that's someone who works for the federal government but doesn't have to take the civil service examination.

Nowher so besy a man as he ther was,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.

Nowher so besy a man as he ther was,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.

Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil
days come not, nor the years read more

Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil
days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I
have no pleasure in them;
While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not
darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the
strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because
they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened.

I like work; It fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

I like work; It fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

My work is a game, a very serious game.

My work is a game, a very serious game.

Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.

Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.

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.

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.