He utters empty words, he utters sound without mind.
Dat sine mente sonum.
Original text (Dutch)
Original text (Dutch)
Toil conquered the world, unrelenting toil, and want that pinches when life is hard.
No stranger to trouble myself I am learning to care for the unhappy.
Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.
The free-lance writer is a man who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
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