i
The Sluggard
Go to the ant, thou Sluggard;
Consider her ways, and be wise:
Which having no chief,
Overseer,
Or ruler,
Provideth her meat in the summer,
And gathereth her food in the harvest.
How long wilt thou sleep, O Sluggard?
When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
"Yet a little sleep,
A little slumber,
A little folding of the hands to sleep"—
So shall thy poverty come as a robber,
And thy want as an armed man!
ii
The Mourning for the Fool
Weep for the dead,
For light hath failed him;
And weep for a fool,
For understanding hath failed him:
Weep more sweetly for the dead,
Because he hath found rest;
But the life of the fool
Is worse than death.
Seven days are the days of mourning for the dead: But for a fool and an ungodly man, all the days of his life.