She will not make me climb, nor scold me oft.
Idleness! Idleness! come!
[Enter, slowly, Idleness, in soft robes, with large fan and box of chocolates.]
Idleness. [Languidly.] Beautiful dreams
And chocolate creams
Are all I desire of the world as a boon.
No heat, and no strife;
The pleasantest life
Is to swing in a hammock the long afternoon.
[Sinks into a chair.]