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.
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Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is
not satisfied with seeing, nor the read more
All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is
not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled hearing.
When Darby saw the setting sun
He swung his scythe, and home he run,
Sat down, drank read more
When Darby saw the setting sun
He swung his scythe, and home he run,
Sat down, drank off his quart and said,
"My work is done, I'll go to bed."
"My work is done!" retorted Joan,
"My work is done! Your constant tone,
But hapless woman ne'er can say
'My work is done' till judgment day."
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
There is joy in work. There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something.
There is joy in work. There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something.
I am gradually approaching the period in my life when work comes
first. . . . No longer diverted read more
I am gradually approaching the period in my life when work comes
first. . . . No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way
a cow grazes.
'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry,
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.
'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry,
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.
Now if any man build upon this foundation gold, silver, precious
stones, wood, hay, stubble;
Every man's work read more
Now if any man build upon this foundation gold, silver, precious
stones, wood, hay, stubble;
Every man's work shall be made manifest: for the day shall
declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire
shall try every man's work of what sort it is.
