By slothfulness is the wall brought low, And by idleness of the hands doth the house drop.
The hand of the diligent ruleth, And slothfulness becometh tributary.
Every wise woman hath builded her house, And the foolish with her hands breaketh it down.
Because of winter the slothful plougheth not, He asketh in harvest, and there is nothing.
The desire of the slothful slayeth him, For his hands have refused to work.
For the quaffer and glutton become poor, And drowsiness clotheth with rags.
and we desire each one of you the same diligence to shew, unto the full assurance of the hope unto the end,