William Shakespeare

If being hard work pay nothing but pain, why should we continue, knowing the pain will remain and hard work doesnt pay?

Hark, what a quandary dost thou propose upon this mortal coil! If being hard work doth render naught but sorrow and toil, then why doth we persist in our labors, knowing full well the anguish shall linger and the fruit of our toil may never come to pass? Verily, dost we endure the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or doth we surrender to the darkness that doth cloud our weary souls? Ah, but perchance there lies a deeper truth in the soil of our struggles, a truth that doth not reveal itself upon first glance. For is it not in the crucible of hardship that our souls are tempered, like iron in the forge of adversity? Doth not the sweat of our brow enrich the soil of our character, cultivating virtues that only hardship can bring forth? Oft have I pondered upon this very question, and though the path be treacherous and fraught with perils, I do believe that the labor we endure doth shape us into beings of greater fortitude and resilience. So let us not despair in the face of toil and pain, for it is through these trials that we may forge a path to a greater understanding of ourselves and our place in this vast and wondrous universe."