Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil
days come not, nor the years read more

Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil
days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I
have no pleasure in them;
While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not
darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the
strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because
they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened.

Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting
solidity or exactness of beauty.

Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting
solidity or exactness of beauty.

The dog that trots about finds a bone.

The dog that trots about finds a bone.

The best verse hasn't been rhymed yet,
The best house hasn't been planned,
The highest peak hasn't read more

The best verse hasn't been rhymed yet,
The best house hasn't been planned,
The highest peak hasn't been climbed yet,
The mightiest rivers aren't spanned;
Don't worry and fret, faint-hearted,
The chances have just begun
For the best jobs haven't been started,
The best work hasn't been done.

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.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.

By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out read more

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.

'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry,
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.

'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry,
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.