On Sloth

Oh God, who hast our bodies form'd Thus comely to the eye; And wouldst not that the mind within, Uncultivate should lie:

Give us, in these our early years, This one great thing to know; That the mind's comeliness alone; From learning's source should flow.

Then shall we 'scape that dangerous rock, On which so many run; Sloth, whose false charms whoever love, Too often are undone.

Let those among us who are rich, Look round about and see— How often is brought down to want, The man of high degree.

So, while we studiously attain The knowledge taught us here, Each in his several state of life, Shall, as he should, appear.

With dignity the rich: and they Who must some calling chuse, Taught, for the honest means of life, Their several arts to use.