Much toil demands; the lean elastic less.
While winter chills the blood and binds the veins,
No labors are too hard; by those you 'scape
The slow diseases of the torpid year,
Endless to name.


Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)

John Armstrong Quotes

Much toil demands; the lean elastic less. While winter chills the blood and binds the veins, No labors are too hard; by those you 'scape The slow...

Much toil demands; the lean elastic less. While winter chills the blood and binds the veins, No labors are too hard; by those you 'scape The slow...

Much toil demands; the lean elastic less. While winter chills the blood and binds the veins, No labors are too hard; by those you 'scape The slow...

Much toil demands; the lean elastic less. While winter chills the blood and binds the veins, No labors are too hard; by those you 'scape The slow...