How long wilt thou sleep, O Sluggard?
when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep.

So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man' Proverbs, ch.

vi.
One more quotation, and I have done.

It is from Cowper's Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk: Religion! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appeared Ye winds, that have made me your sport Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I must visit no more My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me?
O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see This passage is quoted as an instance of three different styles of composition.

The first four lines are poorly expressed, some Critics would call the language prosaic; the fact is, it would be bad prose, so bad, that it is scarcely worse in metre.