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WORK AND SONG. From labor health, from health contentment Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound, springs.
She feels no biting pang the while she sings;
Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.
There was a jolly miller once,
Lived on the river Dee; And follows so the ever-running year
He worked and sung from morn till night, With profitable labor to his grave.
No lark more blithe than he.
Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 2.
Feels, and owns in carols rude
That all the circling joys are his
Of dear Vicissitude. Cheered with the view, man went to till the From toil he wins his spirits light, ground
From busy day the peaceful night ;
Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude.
And for my means, I 'll husband them so well MACDUFF. I know this is a joyful trouble to They shall go far with little. you,
Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 5.
Hamlet, Ad i. Sc. 3.
NOBILITY OF LABOR. Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore When Adam dolve, and Eve span, task
Who was then the gentleman ? * Does not divide the Sunday from the week ?
J. BALL What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day?
• "Lines used by John Ball, to encourage
Tyler's Rebellion. Hume's History of England, Vol. i. Ch. 17. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. I.
Note 8," says BARTLETT.
The star-slanged howner
you see by the dawn's early light
and the rocket's red glare the bomb bursting
Gane proof through the night that our flag was still there?