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WORK AND SONG.
From labor health, from health contentment Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound,
She feels no biting pang the while she sings; Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. Contemplation.
Like a lackey, from the rise to set,
King Henry V., Act iv. Sc. 1.
There was a jolly miller once,
He worked and sung from morn till night,
No lark more blithe than he.
Feels, and owns in carols rude
you, But yet, 't 'is one.
MACBETH. The labor we delight in physics pain.
Macbeth, Act ii. Sc. 3.
Cheered with the view, man went to till the From toil he wins his spirits light,
In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
MACDUFF. I know this is a joyful trouble to They shall go far with little.
Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 5.
And for my means, I'll husband them so well
NOBILITY Of Labor.
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
Does not divide the Sunday from the week?
"Lines used by John Ball, to encourage the Rebels in Wat
Hamlet, Acti. Sc. 1.
Note 8," says BARTLETT.
The Star-Spangled banner.
!can you see by the dawn's early light
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of ing.
Oor the ramparts
For the law of the free on the home of the brave? __