A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest,
Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep, and an idle person will suffer hunger.
Love not sleep, lest you come to poverty; open your eyes, and you will have plenty of bread.
for the drunkard and the glutton will come to poverty, and drowsiness will clothe a man with rags.
Go to the ant, O sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise.
How long will you lie there, O sluggard? When will you arise from your sleep?
The fool folds his hands, and eats his own flesh.