Small minds are captivated by trifles.
Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop
God himself favors the brave.
Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.
You put aside the work that's done, and seek some work to do.