Of Idlers

A N Idler, like his Paper Knife, will run
Through many Worthy Books, yet learn from None.

" Impossible " — Oh, Heart confess! —
Is Man's Excuse for Laziness.

A N Idler's Chance in Life is like a Peach —
Too Green, or Over-ripe, or Out of Reach.

T HOUGH Idlers play at Working, Tasks repel them:
It's Fun to Gather Nuts, but not to Shell them.

L ATE to rise and late to rest
Unfits a man to do his best.
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