How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honored love, I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease.

I live an idle burden to the ground.