Let no one till his death
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
Until the day's out and the labour done.
Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
And still be doing, never done.
It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind of work he is to do in this universe.
Genuine Work alone, what thou workest faithfully, that is eternal, as the Almighty Founder and World-Builder himself.
All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work
is alone noble.
Carlyle—Past and Present.
IV.
Bk. ni. Ch.
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.
Alice Cart—Work.
Earned with the sweat of my brows.
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4.
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| text = <poem>Quanto mas que cada uno es hijo de sus obras.
The rather since every man is the son of his
own works.
| author = Cervantes
| work = Don Quixote.
| place = Bk. I. Ch. 4.
Each natural agent works but to this end,—
To render that it works on like itself.
George Chapman—Bussy d'Ambois. Act
III. Sc. 1.
Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be,
That may both werken wel and hastily.
This wol be done at leisure parfitly.
Chaucer—Canterbury Tales. The Merchantes
Tale. L. 585.
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Nowher so besy a man as he ther was,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.
Chadcer—Canterbury Tales. Prologue. L.
321.
Let us take to our hearts a lesson—
No lesson could braver be—
From the ways of the tapestry weavers
On the other side of the sea.
Anson G. Chester—Tapestry Weavers.
Penelopse telam retexens.
Unravelling the web of Penelope.
Cicero—Acad. Qwest. Bk. IV. 29. 95.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Homer)
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.
Coleridge—Work Without Hope. St. 1.
le
Every man's work shall be made manifest.
/ Corinthians. III. 13.
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.
Kenton Cox—Our Motto.
| seealso = (See also Kipling)
Better to wear out than to rust out.
Bishop Cumberland, to one who urged him
not to wear himself out with work. See
Horne—Sermon on the Duty of Contending
for the Truth. Boswell—Tour to the Hebrides. P. 18. Note. Said by George
Whttepield, according to Southey—Life of
Wesley. II. p. 170 (Ed. 1858)
{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>The Lord had a job for me, but I had so much
to do,
I said, "You get somebody else—or wait till I
get through."
I don't know how the Lord came out, but He
seemed to get along:
But I felt kinda sneakin' like, 'cause I know'd
I done Him wrong.
One day I needed the Lord—needed Him myself—needed Him right away,
And He never answered me at all, but I could
hear Him say
Down in my accusin' heart, "Nigger, I'se got
too much to do.
You get somebody else or wait till I get through."
Paul Laurence Dunbar—The Lord had a Job.
All things are full of labour; man cannot utter
it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the
ear filled with hearing.
Eceksiastes. I. 8.
The grinders cease because they are few.
Eceksiastes. XTL 3.
All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
Quoted by Maria Edgewokth—Henry and
Lucy. Vol. II.
'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry,
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd
thrush.
Ebenezer Elliot—Corn Law Rhymes. No. 7.
Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live
or die.
Emerson—Quatrains. Nature.
