The Lord had a job for me, but I had so much to do,
I said, "You get somebody else--or wait till I get through."
I don't know how the Lord came out, but He seemed to get along:
But I felt kinda sneakin' like, 'cause I know'd I done Him wrong.
One day I needed the Lord--Needed Him myself--needed Him right
away,
And He never answered me at all, but I could hear Him say
Down in my accusin' heart, "Nigger, I'se got too much to do,
You get somebody else or wait till I get through."
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The world is filled with willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
The world is filled with willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
Everyone enjoys doing the kind of work for which he is best suited.
Everyone enjoys doing the kind of work for which he is best suited.
I love working out. It's my release. I've done it since I've been in the military.
I love working out. It's my release. I've done it since I've been in the military.
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.
Let us take to our hearts a lesson--
No lesson could braver be--
From the ways of read more
Let us take to our hearts a lesson--
No lesson could braver be--
From the ways of the tapestry weavers
On the other side of the sea.
Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one read more
Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one has done
one's best.
[Ger., So eine Arbeit wird eigentlich nie fertig; man muss sie
fur fertig erklaren, wenn man nach Zeit und Umstand das
Moglichste getan hat.]
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.
Why, universal plodding poisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
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Why, universal plodding poisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
The sinewy vigor of the traveller.
Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better to do
Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better to do
