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1Ye indolent and slothful! rise,
View the ant’s labours, and be wise;
She has no guide to point her way,
No ruler chiding her delay:
2Yet see with what incessant cares
She for the winter’s storm prepares;
In summer she provides her meat,
And harvest finds her store complete.
3But when will slothful man arise?
How long shall sleep seal up his eyes?
Sloth more indulgence still demands;
Sloth shuts the eyes, and folds the hands.
4But mark the end; want shall assail,
When all your strength and vigour fail;
Want, like an armed man, shall rush
The hoary head of age to crush.