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Work thou for pleasure--paint or sing or carve
The thing thou lovest, though the body starve--
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Work thou for pleasure--paint or sing or carve
The thing thou lovest, though the body starve--
Who works for glory misses oft the goal;
Who works for money coins his very soul.
Work for the work's sake, then, and it may be
That these things shall be added unto thee.
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.
Tho' we earn our bread, Tom,
By the dirty pen,
What we can we will be,
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Tho' we earn our bread, Tom,
By the dirty pen,
What we can we will be,
Honest Englishmen.
Do the work that's nearest
Though it's dull at whiles,
Helping, when we meet them,
Lame dogs over stiles.
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss
and work twelve hours a read more
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss
and work twelve hours a day.
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.
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.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
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.