Читать книгу Watt's Songs Against Evil - Isaac Watts - Страница 2

'Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain,

'You have waked me too soon! I must slumber again!'

As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed

Turn his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head.

'A little more sleep, and a little more slumber!'

Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number;

And when he gets up he sits folding his hands,

Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.

I pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier,