The Folly of Sloth

Proverbs 6:6-11

Goe to the pismire, O sluggarde: beholde her waies, and be wise.

For shee hauing no guide, gouernour, nor ruler,

Prepareth her meat in the sommer, and gathereth her foode in haruest.

Howe long wilt thou sleepe, O sluggarde? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleepe?

Yet a litle sleepe, a litle slumber, a litle folding of the hands to sleepe.

Therefore thy pouertie commeth as one that trauaileth by the way, and thy necessitie like an armed man.