The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

I am nothing and to nothing tend,
On earth I nothing have and nothing claim,
Man's noblest read more

I am nothing and to nothing tend,
On earth I nothing have and nothing claim,
Man's noblest works must have one common end,
And nothing crown the tablet of his name.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.

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.

Study until twenty-five, investigation until forty, profession
until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a read more

Study until twenty-five, investigation until forty, profession
until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a double
allowance.

May you - Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is read more

May you - Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is watching, screw like it's being filmed, and drink like a true Irishman

Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.

Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.

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."

Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that read more

Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . .
Sabbathless Satan!