How long will you sleep, O sluggard? when will you arise out of your sleep?
Why he said, Awake you that sleep, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give you light.
O Jerusalem, wash your heart from wickedness, that you may be saved. How long shall your vain thoughts lodge within you?
Understand, you brutish among the people: and you fools, when will you be wise?
And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed.
How long, you simple ones, will you love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?
There was a man sent from God, whose name was John.
Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
Provides her meat in the summer, and gathers her food in the harvest.
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:
Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep; and an idle soul shall suffer hunger.
Love not sleep, lest you come to poverty; open your eyes, and you shall be satisfied with bread.
As the door turns on his hinges, so does the slothful on his bed.
The fool folds his hands together, and eats his own flesh.