Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.

What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.

All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is
not satisfied with seeing, nor the read more

All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is
not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled hearing.

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!

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."

The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.
[Ger., Der Mohr hat seine Arbeit gethan, der Mohr read more

The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.
[Ger., Der Mohr hat seine Arbeit gethan, der Mohr kann gehen.]

Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is
toil.

Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is
toil.

'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.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it,
and finds himself no wiser than before. read more

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it,
and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous
resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by
their ignorance the hard way.