A slack hand causes poverty, but the hand of the diligent makes rich.
Whoever works his land will have plenty of bread, but he who follows worthless pursuits lacks sense.
The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing, while the soul of the diligent is richly supplied.
In all toil there is profit, but mere talk tends only to poverty.
Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.
Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise: Who having no guide, overseer, or ruler, Provides her food in the summer, and gathers her food in the harvest. How long will you sleep, O sluggard? when will you arise out of your sleep? Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep: So shall your poverty come upon you like a vagabond, and your want like an armed man.