Labour with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits read more

Labour with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.

Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not
till then.

Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not
till then.

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

Unless your works lead to profit, vain is your glory in them.

Unless your works lead to profit, vain is your glory in them.

If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.

If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.

Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping,
the good in learning.

Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping,
the good in learning.

The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In read more

The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

He can give little to his servant, that lickes his knife.
[He can give little to his servant that read more

He can give little to his servant, that lickes his knife.
[He can give little to his servant that licks his knife.]

I'll make the fur
Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.

I'll make the fur
Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.