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Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride read more
When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride of man,
That nowe merres his mede?
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
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.
Unraveling the web of Penelope.
[Lat., Penelopae telam retexens.]
Unraveling the web of Penelope.
[Lat., Penelopae telam retexens.]
Nothing is work unless you'd rather be doing something else.
Nothing is work unless you'd rather be doing something else.
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!
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.
All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
