15 | And though men dradden nevere for to dye, |
| Yet seen men wel by resoun, doutelees, |
| That ydelnesse is roten slogardye, |
| Of which ther nevere comth no good n'encrees; |
| And syn that slouthe hir holdeth in a lees, |
20 | Oonly to slepe, and for to ete and drynke, |
| And to devouren al that othere swynke. |
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15 | And though men never dreaded they must die, |
| Yet men see well, by reason, idleness |
| Is nothing more than rotten sluggardry, |
| Whereof comes never good one may possess; |
| And see sloth hold her in a leash, no less, |
20 | Only to sleep and eat and always drink |
| And to absorb all gain of others' swink. |
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