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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When admirals extoll'd for standing still, Of doing nothing with a deal of skill. | author = Cowper | work = Table Talk. L. 192. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Woodward) li Honest labour bears a lovely face. Tnos. Dekker—Patient Grissett. Act I. Sc. 1. LABOR Labour itself is but a sorrowful song, The protest of the weak against the strong. F. W. Faber—The Sorrowful World. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It is so far from being needless pains, that it may bring considerable profit, to carry Charcoals to Newcastle. Fuller—Pisgah. Sight of Palestine. Ed. 1650. P. 128. Worthies. P. 302. (Ed. 1661) | seealso = (See also {{sc|first Quotation.}}) | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = For as labor cannot produce without the use of land, the denial of the equal right to the use of land is necessarily the denial of the right of labor to its own produce. Henry George—Progress and Poverty. Bk. VII. Ch. I. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease. | author = Goldsmith | work = The Deserted Village. L. 99. IB Vitam perdidi laboricose agendo. I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing. Quoted by Grottos on his death bed. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Woodward}}) | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = If little labour, little are our gaines: Man's fortunes are according to his paines. | author = Herrick | work = Hesperides. No Paines, No Gaines. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe. Homes—Iliad. Bk. X. L. 78 | note = {{sc|Pope}}'s trans. Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return. Homer—Odyssey. Bk. X. L. 46 | note = {{sc|Pope}}'s trans. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread. Hood—Song of the Shirt. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Qui studet optatam cursu contingere metam Multa tulit fecitque puer, sudavit et alsit. He who would reach the desired goal must, while a boy, suffer and labor much and bear both heat and cold. Horace—Ars Poetica. CCCCXII. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O laborum Dulce lenimen. sweet solace of labors. Horace—Carmina. I. 32. 14. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = In silvam ligna ferre. To carry timber into the wood. Horace—Satires. I. 10. 24. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Aristophanes}}) | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Cur quseris quietem, quam nafus sis ad laborem? Why seekest thou rest, since thou art born to labor? . Thomas A Kempis—De Imitatione Chnstt. II. 10. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Labor | page = 424 }}