Genuine Work alone, what thou workest faithfully, that is
eternal, as the Almighty Founder and World-Builder himself.

Genuine Work alone, what thou workest faithfully, that is
eternal, as the Almighty Founder and World-Builder himself.

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.

A man who has no office to go to--I don't care who he is--is a
trial of which you read more

A man who has no office to go to--I don't care who he is--is a
trial of which you can have no conception.

Get leave to work
In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.

Get leave to work
In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.

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 best way to appreciate your job is to imagine yourself without one.

The best way to appreciate your job is to imagine yourself without one.

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.

Let no one till his death
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
Until the day's out read more

Let no one till his death
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
Until the day's out and the labour done.

The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
He shall fulfill God's utmost will, read more

The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
He shall fulfill God's utmost will, unknowing His desire,
And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise,
And give the gale his reckless sail in shadow of new skies.
Strong lust of gear shall drive him out and hunger arm his hand,
To wring his food from a desert nude, his foothold from the sand.