Sermon IV - Sloth

The husbandman must go unto the land
As to a wife. must plow and seed, and needs
Must oft cajole unwilling limbs, expand
The ground to bear new life. He heeds
The moods of cloud and rain and sun; he knows
The moment to the ripe fruit pluck, to take
The scythe unto the field. He knows the snows
Will come, and doth prepare therefor; the ache
Of cold will enter not his home. From fool,
From rogue that heedeth not the call to toil
For his own sustenance and from the school
Of Life is truant, Virtue doth recoil.
As action doth, Sloth bears a harvest, too;
Yet such doth make a thin and bitter brew.