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!
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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.]
Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting read more
How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting drudgery and care!
How many a vulgar Cato has compelled
His energies, no longer tameless then,
To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail!
Our greatest weariness comes from work not done.
Our greatest weariness comes from work not done.
I look on that man as happy, who, when there is a question of success, looks into his work for read more
I look on that man as happy, who, when there is a question of success, looks into his work for a reply.
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.
And still be doing, never done.
And still be doing, never done.
Work is the greatest thing in the world, so we should always save some of it for tomorrow.
Work is the greatest thing in the world, so we should always save some of it for tomorrow.
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.
