A slouthfull body shuteth his honde in to his bosome, so yt he can not put it to his mouth.

Like as the dore turneth aboute vpon the tresholde, euen so doth the slouthfull welter himself in his bedd.

The voluptuousnesse of the slouthfull is his owne death, for his hades wyll not labor.

Slouthfulnes bryngeth slepe, & an ydell soule shal suffer hoger.

The slogarde thinketh him self wyser, then vij. men that sytt and teach.

A diliget hande shal beare rule, but the ydle shal be vnder tribute.

The slouthfull sayeth: there is a leoparde in ye waye, and a lyon in ye myddest of the stretes.

The slogarde wolde fayne haue, and can not get his desyre: but the soule of the diligent shal haue plenty.

How loge wilt thou slepe, thou slogish ma? Wha wilt thou aryse out of thy slepe?

A disceatfull man shal fynde no vautage, but he that is content wt that he hath, is more worth the golde.

Yee slepe on still a litle, slober a litle, folde thine handes together yet a litle, that thou mayest slepe:

Who so is slouthfull and slacke in his labor, is ye brother of him ye is a waister.

The waye of ye slouthfull is full of thornes, but ye strete of the rightuous is well clensed.

The foole foldeth his handes together, & eateth vp his owne flesh.

As vyneger is to the teth, and as smoke is vnto ye eyes, eue so is a slogish personne to them that sende him forth.