WORK WORLD
When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
Who was then the gentleman?
Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion. See Hume—History of England. Vol. I. Ch. XVII. Note 8. So Adam reutte, und Eva span, Wer war da ein eddelman? (Old German saying.)
Der Mohr hat seine Arbeit gethan, der Mohr kann gehen.
The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.
Schiller—Fiesco. III. 4.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want can quench the eye's bright grace.
Scott—Marmion. Canto I. St. 28.
What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where
go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I
pray you.
Coriolanus. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 55.
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King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 201.
Why, universal plodding poisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
The sinewy vigour of the traveller.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 305.
A man who has no office to go to—I don't
care who he is—is a trial of which you can have
no conception.
Bernard Shaw—Irrational Knot. Ch. XVIH.
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.
Bernard Shaw—Man and Superman. Act
III.
A day's work is a day's work, neither more
nor less, and the man who does it' needs a day's
sustenance, a night's repose, and due leisure,
whether he be painter or ploughman.
Bernard Shaw—Unsocial Socialist. Ch. V.
How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting drudgery and care!
How many a vulgar Cato has compelled
His energies, no longer tameless then,
To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail!
Shelley—Queen Mab. Pt. V St. 9.
Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently.
Syrus—Maxims. 357.
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Do not wash bricks. (Waste your labor.)
Terence—Phormio. I. IV. 9. A Greek
proverb.
A workman that needeth not to* be ashamed.
II Timothy. II. 15.
Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the
blessing of earth is toil.
Henry Van Dyke—Toiling of Felix. Last line.
Le fruit du travail est le plus doux des plaisirs.
The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest
of pleasures.
Vauvenargues—Reflexions, 200.
Too long, that some may rest,
Tired millions toil unblest.
Wm. Watson—New National Anthem.
But when dread Sloth, the Mother of Doom,
steals in,
And reigns where Labour's glory was to serve,
Then is the day of crumbling not far off.
Wm. Watson—The Mother of Doom. August
, 1919.
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Isaac Watts—Divine Songs. XX.
There will be little drudgery in this better ordered world. Natural power harnessed in machines will be the general drudge. What drudgery is inevitable will be done as a service and
duty for a few years or months out of each life;
it will not consume nor degrade the whole life of
anyone.
H. G. Wells—Outline of History. Ch. XLI.
Par. 4.
Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.
Whthter—The Curse of the Charter-Breakers.
St. 21.
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This restless world
Is full of chances, which by habit's power
To learn to bear is easier than to shun.
John Armstrong—Art of Preserving Health.
Bk.II. L. 453.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
Matthew Arnold—Stanzas from the Grande
Chartreuse.
Securus judicat orbis terrarum.
The verdict of the world is conclusive.
St. Augustine—Contra Epist. Parmen. III.
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