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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Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.
Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.
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?
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.
Nothing will work unless you do.
Nothing will work unless you do.
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.
Nothing is work unless you'd rather be doing something else.
Nothing is work unless you'd rather be doing something else.
Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
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!
