Work is the meat of life, pleasure the dessert.

Work is the meat of life, pleasure the dessert.

Each natural agent works but to this end,--
To render that it works on like itself.

Each natural agent works but to this end,--
To render that it works on like itself.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of read more

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou
art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

The uselessness of men above sixty years of age and the
incalculable benefit it would be in commercial, in read more

The uselessness of men above sixty years of age and the
incalculable benefit it would be in commercial, in political, and
in professional life, if as a matter of course, men stopped work
at this age.

Handle your tools without mittens.

Handle your tools without mittens.

With hand on the spade and heart in the sky
Dress the ground and till it;
Turn read more

With hand on the spade and heart in the sky
Dress the ground and till it;
Turn in the little seed, brown and dry,
Turn out the golden millet.
Work, and your house shall be duly fed:
Work, and rest shall be won;
I hold that a man had better be dead
Than alive when his work is done.

May you - Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is read more

May you - Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is watching, screw like it's being filmed, and drink like a true Irishman

Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumb-bells?
To dig a vineyard is a worthier exercise for men.

Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumb-bells?
To dig a vineyard is a worthier exercise for men.

And still be doing, never done.

And still be doing, never done.