Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


On active worth the laurel war bestows;
Peace rears her olive for industrious brows;
Nor earth, uncultured, yields its kind supplies;
Nor heaven its showers, without a sacrifice.
Shenstone.—The Judgment of Hercules, Line 400.

As we are born to work, so others are born to watch over us while we are working.
Goldsmith.—Essay, Specimen of a Magazine; Article “Speech.”

Clamorous labour knocks with its hundred hands at the golden gate of the morning.
Newman Hall.—Lecture in Exeter Hall, on Jan. 30th, 1855.

Such hath it been—shall be—beneath the sun,
The many still must labour for the one!
Byron.—The Corsair, Canto I. Stanza 8.

I have had my labour for my travel.
Shakespeare.—Troilus and Cressida, Act I. Scene 1.

We are pouring our words into a pierced cask: we are losing our pains.
1 Riley’s Plautus, Pseudolus, Act I. Scene 3. Page 274.

Labour like this our want supplies,
And they must stoop who mean to rise.
Cowper.—Satire IX.