He finds it many times pleasanter, And I think no worse of him, To grip in his placid way The crooked plough and the goad Than if he were wrecking a tower.
Iolo Goch
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Without his work there's no Christ's sacrifice to feed our faith, And without him no pope Or emperor can keep alive, No wine-giving, sprightly king Of notable prudence, no living man.
man work faith
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