| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil. |
| Alexander Pope | Our rural ancestors with little blest, Patient of labour when the end was rest, Indulg'd the day that hous'd their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain. |
| Alexander Pope | Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand. |
| Douglas Jerrold | The life of the husbandman,--a life led by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven. |
| Douglas Jerrold | Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest. |
| Douglas Jerrold | He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky. |
| Horatius Flaccus | Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain. |
| James Thomson | In ancient times, the sacred Plough employ'd The Kings and awful Fathers of mankind: And some, with whom compared your insect-tribes Are but the beings of a summer's day, Have held the Scale of Empire, ruled the Storm Of mighty War; then, with victorious hand, Disdaining little delicacies, seized The Plough, and, greatly independent, scorned All the vile stores corruption can bestow. |
| Jeremy Bentham | Three acres and a cow. |
| John Milton | Adam, well may we labour, still to dress This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower. |
| John Stuart Mill | When the land is cultivated entirely by the spade, and no horses are kept, a cow is kept for every three acres of land. |
| Jonathan Swift | And he gave it for his opinion, "that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together." |
| Ovidius Naso | A field becomes exhausted by constant tillage. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | The first farmer was the first man, and all historic nobility rests on possession and use of land. |
| Richard Hengist Horne | Ye rigid Ploughman! bear in mind Your labor is for future hours. Advance! spare not! nor look behind! Plough deep and straight with all your powers! |
| Thomas Gray | Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield: Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team a-field! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! |
| Unattributed Author | "Ten acres and a mule." |
| William Henry Burleigh | Look up! the wide extended plain Is billowy with its ripened grain, And on the summer winds are rolled Its waves of emerald and gold. |
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