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 a painter or ploughman.

A man ought to work. That's what he's here for. That's how he contributes to the welfare of the community.

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

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! ...

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.

All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled hearing.

All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.

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 e ...

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 ...

Another lean unwashed artificer Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.