Yee slepe on still a litle, slobre a litle, folde thine hodes together yet a litle:

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

let not thyne eyes slepe, ner thine eye lyddes slomber.

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

Delyte not thou in slepe, lest thou come vnto pouerte: but ope thine eyes, & thou shalt haue bred ynough.

so shal pouerte come vnto the as one yt trauayleth by the waye, & necessite like a wapened man.

Excepte the LORDE kepe the cite, the watchman waketh but in vayne.

A labouringe man slepeth swetely, whether it be litle or moch that he eateth: but the abundaunce of the riche wil not suffre him to slepe.

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

The slouthfull body thrusteth his hode in to his bosome, and it greueth him to put it agayne to his mouth.

Go to the Emmet (thou slogarde) cosidre hir wayes, & lerne to be wyse.

so shall pouerte come vnto the as one yt trauayleth by ye waye, & necessite like a wapened man.

Thorow slouthfulnesse the balkes fall downe, and thorow ydle hades it rayneth in at the house.

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

An ydle hande maketh poore, but a quycke laboringe hande maketh riche.