...him complain, Ton have wa'k'd me too foon, I muft JIumbcr again' As the 'Door on its Hinges, fo be on his 'Bed 'turns his Sides, and his Shoulders, and his heavy Head. In this laft Line, the natural and proper Accent .lies not on the Word his, where the Verfe feems to...

...Ihoulders and his heavy head. " A little more fleep, and a little more flumber;" Thus he waftes haif his days, and his hours without number ; And when he gets up, he fits folding his hands, Or walks about fauntering, or trifling he ftands. I pafs'd by his garden, and...

...fidc&and his moulders, and his heavy " A little more flecp and a little more dumber," Thus he waftcs half his days and his hours without number; And when he gets up he fits folding his hands, Or walks al»ut faunt'ring, or trifling he ftands. I pafs'd by his garden,...

...fides and his moulders, and his heavy " A little more deep and a little more flumbcr;" Thus he waftcs half his days, and his hours without number ; And when he gets up, he fits folding his hands ; Or walks about faunt'ring, or trifling he (lands. I pafs'd by his garden,...

...fides and his moulders and his heavy " A little more fleep and a little more flumber;" Thus he wafles half his days, and his hours without number ; And when he gets up, he fits folding hi« lun.U, Or walks about fauntering, or trifling he Hands. I pafs'd by his garden, and...

...fides and his duulders, and his heavy " A little more deep and a little more dumber,'1 Thus he wades half his days, and his hours without number ; And when he gets up, he fits folding his hands, Or walks about iaunt'ring, or trifling he llands. Ipafi'd by hi« garden, and...

...his moulders, and his heavy head. " A little more fleep, and a little more flumber ;" Thus he waftes half his days, and his hours without number : And when he gets up, he fits folding his hands, Or walks about fauut'ring, or trifling he llands. I pafs' by his garden, and...

...his {boulders and his heavy head. " A little more fleep and a little moreflumber ;" Thus he waftes half his days and his hours without. number. And when he gets up he fits folding his hands, Or walks about faunt'ring, 6r trifling he ftands. I pafs'd by his garden and...

...SLUGGARD. 'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I hear him cdruplain, ' You have wak'd me too soon, I mtwtslnmber again:' As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed [head. Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy ' A. little more sleep and a little more slumber...

...hinges, so lie on his bed [heac Turns his sides and his khoulders, and his neav " A little more sleepand .] hour •without number; .And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands Or walks about sauntring, er...