If you want knowledge, you must toil for it.
( )I have nothing to offer but blood , toil tears and sweat .
Many men who spend their working life in the city devote their weekends to voluntary and unremunerated toil in their gardens, and when the spring comes, they experience all the joys of having created beauty.
"I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
( ) I have nothing to offer but blood , toil tears and sweat .
Pleasure comes through toil.
Blood, Toil, Sweet and Tears 、、 I say to the House as I said to Ministers who have joined this government, I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, sweat and tears.
I shall feel no pain from the toil or danger of the campaign; my unhappiness will flow from the uneasiness I know you will feel from being left alone.
More important, a host of unemployed citizens face the grim problem of existence, and an equal and great number toil with little return.
Pleasure comes through toil.
Toil half, contribution for decades, and in this spring warms bloom days, congratulations you remarry the joy, so-called "sunset infinite good, day lilies late sweet"!
In its concept image for the new polymer ￡5 notes the Bank correctly included double quotation marks around the former prime minister's famous saying: "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
If you want knowledge, you must toil for it.
I will toil and I will endure.
( ) I have nothing to offer but blood , toil tears and sweat .
He thought that,if he could dive into the depts of the river and get the treasures,the whole family would not have to toil from morning till night and yet could not have enough to eat as now.
And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me; The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly nig
We see on every hand the results of the farmer's toil and forecast in the springtime.
( ) I have nothing to offer but blood , toil tears and sweat .
