A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep,
Go to the ant, thou sluggard. Consider her ways, and be wise.
How long will thou sleep, O sluggard? When will thou arise out of thy sleep?
Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep, and the idle soul shall suffer hunger.
Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty. Open thine eyes, [and] thou shall be satisfied with bread.
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty, and drowsiness will clothe [a man] with rags.
The fool folds his hands together, and eats his own flesh.