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Unemployment, with its injustice for the man who seeks and
thirsts for employment, who begs for labour and cannot read more
Unemployment, with its injustice for the man who seeks and
thirsts for employment, who begs for labour and cannot get it,
and who is punished for failure he is not responsible for by the
starvation of his children--that torture is something that
private enterprise ought to remedy for its own sake.
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
Unraveling the web of Penelope.
[Lat., Penelopae telam retexens.]
Unraveling the web of Penelope.
[Lat., Penelopae telam retexens.]
People intoxicate themselves with work so they won't see how they really are.
People intoxicate themselves with work so they won't see how they really are.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done.
A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done.
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss
and work twelve hours a read more
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss
and work twelve hours a day.
I am giving you examples of the fact that this creature man, who
in his own selfish affairs is read more
I am giving you examples of the fact that this creature man, who
in his own selfish affairs is a coward to the backbone, will
fight for an idea like a hero. . . . I tell you, gentlemen, if
you can shew a man a piece of what he now calls God's work to do,
and what he will later call by many new names, you can make him
entirely reckless of the consequences to himself personally.
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."