Of men and gods; the slothful they detest.
Not toil, but sloth shall ignominious be;
Toil, and the slothful man shall envy thee;
Shall view thy growing wealth with alter’d sense,
For glory, virtue walk with opulence.
Thou, like a god, since labour still is found
The better part, shalt live belov’d, renown’d;
If, as I counsel, thou thy witless mind,
Though weak and empty as the veering wind,
From others’ coveted possessions turn’d,