Sloth never made its mark in the world, and never will.

Sloth never climbed a hill, nor overcame a difficulty that it could avoid.

Indolence always failed in life, and always will.

It is in the nature of things that it should not succeed in anything.

It is a burden, an incumbrance, and a nuisance--always useless, complaining, melancholy, and miserable.
Burton, in his quaint and curious, book--the only one, Johnson says, that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he wished to rise--describes the causes of Melancholy as hingeing mainly on Idleness.
"Idleness," he says, "is the bane of body and mind, the nurse of naughtiness, the chief mother of all mischief, one of the seven deadly sins, the devil's cushion, his pillow and chief reposal....