Of Laggards

BOATMAN , ask not what to do;
Pull the Oar that's nearest you!

Why work at Nothing, like the Wee Pig's Tail
That Wiggles all day long to no avail?

T HE Oarsmen's Heads keep nodding to and fro,
But that is not what makes the Galley go.

T HE Looker-on who takes his rest
Can always steer the Boat the best.

A H , most unfair are Fortunes tithes!
Bad Reapers never get Good Scythes.
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