LABOR
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Birds of Passage. The Ladder of St. Augustine. St. 10.
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| text = <poem>Taste the joy
That springs from labor.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Masque of Pandora. Pt. VI. In the Garden.
From labor there shall come forth rest.
| author = Longfellow
| work = To a Child. L. 162.
Labor est etiam ipsa voluptas.
Labor is itself a pleasure.
Manilius—Astronomica. IV. 155.
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Edwin Markham—The Man with the Hoe.
Written after seeing Millet's picture "Angelus."
But now my task is smoothly done,
I can fly, or I can run.
| author = Milton
| work = Comus. L. 1,012.
Lo! all life this truth declares,
Laborare est orare;
And the whole earth rings with prayers.
Miss Mulock—Labour is Prayer. St. 4.
| seealso = (See also Augustine)
| topic = Labor
| page = 425
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| text = <poem>Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth;
Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth;
Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth.
Frances S. Osgood—To Labor is to Pray.
Labor is rest—from the sorrows that greet us;
Rest from all petty vexations that meet us,
Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us,
Rest from the world-sirens that hire us to ill.
Work—and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow;
Work—thou shalt ride over Care's coming billow;
Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow!
Work with a stout heart and resolute will!
Frances S. Osgood—To Labor is to Pray.
Dum vires annique sinunt, tolerate labores.
Jam veniet tacito curva senecta pede.
While strength and years permit, endure
labor; soon bent old age will come with silent foot.
Ovid—Ars Amatoria. II. 669.
And all labor without any play, boys,
Makes Jack a dull boy in the end.
H. A. Page—Vers de SociMe.
Grex venalium.
The herd of hirelings. (A venal pack.)
Plautus—Cistellaria. IV. 2. 67.
LABOR
Oleum et operam perdidi.
I have lost my oil and my labor. (Labored
in vain.)
Plautus—Pamulus. I. 2. 119.
The man who by his labour gets
His bread, in independent state,
Who never begs, and seldom eats,
Himself can fix or change his fate
Prior—The Old Gentry.
Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation. Hal: 'tis no sin
for a man to labour in his vocation.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 116.
The labour we delight in physics pain.
Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 55.
I have had my labour for my travail.
Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 72.
| seealso = (See also Cervantes)
is Many faint with toil,
That few may know the cares and woe of sloth.
Shelley—Queen Mab. Canto III.
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| text = <poem>Labour of love.
/ Thessalonians. I. 3.
With starving labor pampering idle waste;
To tear at pleasure the defected land.
Thomson—Liberty. Pt. IV. L. 1160.
| seealso = (See also Byron)
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The labourer is worthy of his reward.
I Timothy. V. 18; Luke. X. 7. (hire)
Clamorous pauperism feasteth
While honest Labor, pining, hideth his sharp ribs.
Martin Topper—Of Discretion.
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| text = <poem>Labor omnia vincit improbus.
Stubborn labor conquers everything.
Vergil—Georgics. I. 145.
Too long, that some may rest,
Tired millions toil unblest.
William Watson—New National Anthem.
| seealso = (See also Byron)
| topic = Labor
| page = 425
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| text = <poem>Labor in this country is independent and
proud. It has not to ask the patronage of capital, but capital solicits the aid of labor.
Daniel Webster—Speech. April, 1824
| topic = Labor
| page = 425
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| text = <poem>Ah, little recks the laborer,
How near his work is holding him to God,
The loving Laborer through space and time.
Walt Whitman—Song of the Exposition. I.
Ah vitam perdidi operse nihil agendo.
Ah, my life is lost in laboriously doing nothing.
