[
MORAL
SONG
]
I.
The
SLUGGARD
.
I.
'TIS
the
Voice
of
the
Sluggard
;
I
heard
him
complain
.
"
You
have
wak'd
me
too
soon
,
I
must
slumber
again
;
"
As
the
Door
on
its
Hinges
,
so
he
on
his
Bed
,
Turns
his
Sides
and
his
Shoulders
and
his
heavy
Head
.
II
.
"
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
saunt'ring
,
or
trifling
he
stands
.
III
.
I
pass'd
by
his
Garden
,
and
saw
the
wild
Brier
,
The
Thorn
and
the
Thistle
grow
broader
and
higher
;
The
Cloaths
that
hang
on
him
are
turning
to
Rags
:
And
his
Money
still
wastes
,
till
he
starves
or
he
begs
.
IV
.
I
made
him
a
Visit
still
hoping
to
find
He
had
took
better
Care
for
improving
his
Mind
:
He
told
me
his
Dreams
,
talk'd
of
Eating
and
Drinking
;
But
he
scarce
reads
his
Bible
,
and
never
loves
Thinking
.
V.
Said
I
then
to
my
Heart
,
"
Here's
a
Lesson
for
me
:
"
That
Man's
but
a
Picture
of
what
I
might
be
:
But
Thanks
to
my
Friends
for
their
Care
in
my
Breeding
,
Who
taught
me
betimes
to
love
Working
and
Reading
.