If it do not grow corn, it will grow thistles, which will be found springing up all along the idle man's course in life.

The ghosts of indolence rise up in the dark, ever staring the recreant in the face, and tormenting him: "The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices, Make instrument to scourge us." True happiness is never found in torpor of the faculties, [135] but in their action and useful employment.

It is indolence that exhausts, not action, in which there is life, health, and pleasure.

The spirits may be exhausted and wearied by employment, but they are utterly wasted by idleness.

Hense a wise physician was accustomed to regard occupation as one of his most valuable remedial measures.