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Too long, that some may rest,
Tired millions toil unblest.
Too long, that some may rest,
Tired millions toil unblest.
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.
The harder I work, the luckier I get.
The harder I work, the luckier I get.
He that well his warke beginneth
The rather a good ende he winneth.
He that well his warke beginneth
The rather a good ende he winneth.
Nothing will work unless you do.
Nothing will work unless you do.
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.
I have had my labor for my travail; ill-thought-on of her, and
ill-thought-on of you; gone between and between, read more
I have had my labor for my travail; ill-thought-on of her, and
ill-thought-on of you; gone between and between, but small thanks
for my labor.
My work is a game, a very serious game.
My work is a game, a very serious game.
