"Vulgo enim dicitur, Jucundi acti labores: nec male Euripides: concludam, si potero, Latine: Græcum enim hunc versum nostis omnes: Suavis laborum est præteritorum memoria."

"Le fruit du travail est le plus doux des plaisirs."

"A truly American sentiment recognises the dignity of labor and the fact that honor lies in honest toil."

"American labor, which is the capital of our workingmen."

"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."

"Their work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each person’s work."

"Each one’s work will become obvious. For the day will disclose it, because it will be revealed by fire; the fire will test the quality of each one’s work."

"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."

"When admirals extoll'd for standing still, Of doing nothing with a deal of skill."

"Better to wear out than to rust out."

"Honest labour bears a lovely face."

"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.""

"All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy."

"'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry, As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush."

"Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die."

"A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done."

"Labour itself is but a sorrowful song, The protest of the weak against the strong."

"Chacun son métier; Les vaches seront bien gardées."

"A ploughman on his legs is higher than a gentleman on his knees."

"Handle your tools without mittens."

"Plough deep while sluggards sleep."

"It is so far from being needless pains, that it may bring considerable profit, to carry Charcoals to Newcastle."

"In every rank, or great or small, 'Tis industry supports us all."

"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread."

"So eine Arbeit wird eigentlich nie fertig; man muss sie für fertig erklären, wenn man nach Zeit und Umstand das Möglichste getan hat."

"How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease."

"He that well his warke beginneth The rather a good ende he winneth."

"Vitam perdidi laboricose agendo."

"A warke it ys as easie to be done As tys to saye Jacke! robys on."

"Joy to the Toiler!—him that tills The fields with Plenty crowned; Him with the woodman's axe that thrills The wilderness profound."

"Haste makes waste."

"The "value" or "worth" of a man is, as of all other things, his price; that is to say, so much as would be given for the use of his power."

"Light is the task when many share the toil."

"The fiction pleased; our generous train complies, Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise. The work she plyed, but, studious of delay, Each following night reversed the toils of day."

"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.""

"With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread."

"Qui studet optatam cursu contingere metam Multa tulit fecitque puer, sudavit et alsit."

"O laborum Dulce lenimen."

"In silvam ligna ferre."

"Facito aliquid operis, ut semper te diabolus inveniat occupatum."

"I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart."

"Cur quæris quietem, quam natus sis ad laborem?"

"Tho' we earn our bread, Tom, By the dirty pen, What we can we will be, Honest Englishmen. Do the work that's nearest Though it's dull at whiles, Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles."

"For men must work and women must weep, And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep, And good-bye to the bar and its moaning."

"But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen."

"The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire. He shall fulfill God's utmost will, unknowing His desire, And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise, And give the gale his reckless sail in shadow of new skies. Strong lust of gear shall drive him out and hunger arm his hand, To wring his food from a desert nude, his foothold from the sand."

"And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They Are!"

"And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed—they know the angels are on their side; They know in them is the Grace confessed, and for them are the Mercies multiplied; They sit at the Feet, they hear the Word, they see how truly the Promise runs; They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and—the Lord He lays it on Martha's Sons!"