Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]

Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]

In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past,
That I may give read more

In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
- Isaac Watts,

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.

When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride read more

When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride of man,
That nowe merres his mede?

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

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

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.

It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind
of work he is read more

It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind
of work he is to do in this universe.

I got all my work done to graduate in two months and then they were like, I'm sorry, you have read more

I got all my work done to graduate in two months and then they were like, I'm sorry, you have to take driver's ed. I just kind of went, Oh, forget it.

But when dread Sloth, the Mother of Doom, steals in,
And reigns where Labour's glory was to serve,
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But when dread Sloth, the Mother of Doom, steals in,
And reigns where Labour's glory was to serve,
Then is the day of crumbling not far off.