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Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather read more
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
In the diligence of his idleness.
[Lat., Diligenter per vacuitatem suam.]
In the diligence of his idleness.
[Lat., Diligenter per vacuitatem suam.]
Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
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Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yarn confess
The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.
Idleness is emptiness; the tree in which the sap is stagnant,
remains fruitless.
Idleness is emptiness; the tree in which the sap is stagnant,
remains fruitless.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only read more
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip.
That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
[Lat., Vitanda est improba--desidia.]
That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
[Lat., Vitanda est improba--desidia.]
Thus idly busy rolls their world away.
Thus idly busy rolls their world away.
I don't think necessity is the mother of invention -- invention . . . arises directly from idleness, possibly also read more
I don't think necessity is the mother of invention -- invention . . . arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.
It is not the hours we put in on the job, it is what we put into the hours that read more
It is not the hours we put in on the job, it is what we put into the hours that counts.