A little sleep, a little rest, a little folding of the hands in sleep:
Hate of work sends deep sleep on a man: and he who has no industry will go without food.
Do not be a lover of sleep, or you will become poor: keep your eyes open, and you will have bread enough.
For those who take delight in drink and feasting will come to be in need; and through love of sleep a man will be poorly clothed.
Go to the ant, you hater of work; give thought to her ways and be wise:
How long will you be sleeping, O hater of work? when will you get up from your sleep?
The foolish man, folding his hands, takes the flesh of his body for food.