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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.
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.
The day is short, the labor long, the workers are idle, and reward is great, and the Master is urgent.
The day is short, the labor long, the workers are idle, and reward is great, and the Master is urgent.
I look on that man as happy, who, when there is a question of success, looks into his work for read more
I look on that man as happy, who, when there is a question of success, looks into his work for a reply.
Everyone enjoys doing the kind of work for which he is best suited.
Everyone enjoys doing the kind of work for which he is best suited.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
I think the person who takes a job in order to live - that is to say, for the money read more
I think the person who takes a job in order to live - that is to say, for the money - has turned himself into a slave.
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she read more
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she plyed, but, studious of delay,
Each following night reversed the toils of day.
Plough deep while sluggards sleep.
Plough deep while sluggards sleep.