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