Love not sleep, let thou come to poverty; Open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.

The sluggard will not plow by reason of the winter; Therefore he shall beg in harvest, and have nothing.

Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; And the idle soul shall suffer hunger.

The hand of the diligent shall bear rule; But the slothful shall be put under taskwork.

I went by the field of the sluggard, And by the vineyard of the man void of understanding; And, lo, it was all grown over with thorns, The face thereof was covered with nettles, And the stone wall thereof was broken down. Then I beheld, and considered well; I saw, and received instruction:read more.
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep; So shall thy poverty come as a robber, And thy want as an armed man.