Isaac Watts

(17 July 1674 – 25 November 1748 / Southampton / England)

Against Idleness And Mischief - Poem by Isaac Watts

How doth the little busy Bee
Improve each shining Hour,
And gather Honey all the day
From every opening Flower!

How skilfully she builds her Cell!
How neat she spreads the Wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet Food she makes.

In Works of Labour or of Skill
I would be busy too:
For Satan finds some Mischief still
For idle Hands to do.

In Books, or Work, or healthful Play
Let my first Years be past,
That I may give for every Day
Some good Account at last.


Comments about Against Idleness And Mischief by Isaac Watts

  • Rookie Howard Ayer (2/14/2008 8:14:00 PM)

    This has been eclipsed by Lewis Carroll's poem How Doth the Little Crocodile (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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