As vinegar to the teeth, and as smoke to the eyes, so is the sluggard to them that send him.

The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.

The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold; therefore shall he beg in harvest, and have nothing.

The sluggard is wiser in his own conceit than seven men that can render a reason.

Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:

How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?