So the industrious bees do hourly striveTo bring their loads of honey to the hive;Their sordid owners always reap the gains,And poorly recompense their toils and pains. The Woman’s Labour (1739)
Though we all day with care our work attend,Such is our fate, we know when ’twill end.When evening’s come, you homeward take your way.We, till our work is done, are forced to stay The Woman’s Labour (1739)