How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting read more

How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting drudgery and care!
How many a vulgar Cato has compelled
His energies, no longer tameless then,
To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail!

The harder you work, the harder it is to surrender.

The harder you work, the harder it is to surrender.

All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.

All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.

For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep,
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For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep,
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.

The world is filled with willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

The world is filled with willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better to do

Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better to do

Nothing will work unless you do.

Nothing will work unless you do.

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed--they know the angels
are on their side:
They know read more

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed--they know the angels
are on their side:
They know in them is the Grace confessed, and for them are the
Mercies multiplied;
They sit at the Feet, they hear the Word, they see how truly the
Promise runs;
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and--the Lord He lays
it on Martha's sons!

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.