SONG
XX
.
Against
Idleness
and
Mischief
.
I.
HOW
doth
the
little
busy
Bee
Improve
each
shining
Hour
,
And
gather
Honey
all
the
Day
From
ev'ry
op'ning
Flow'r
?
II
.
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
.
III
.
In
Works
of
Labour
or
of
Skill
,
I
would
be
busy
too
;
For
Satan
finds
some
Mischief
still
For
idle
Hands
to
do
.
IV
.
In
Books
,
or
Work
,
or
healthful
Play
,
Let
my
first
Years
be
past
,
That
I
may
give
for
ev'ry
Day
Some
good
Account
at
last
.