In he morning when thou risest unwillingly, let this thought be present-
I am rising to the work of a human being. Why then am I dissatisfied if
I am going to do the things for which I exist and for which I was brought
into the world? Or have I been made for this, to lie in the bed-clothes
and keep myself warm?- But this is more pleasant.- Dost thou exist then
to take thy pleasure, and not at all for action or exertion? Dost thou
not see the little plants, the little birds, the ants, the spiders, the
bees working together to put in order their several parts of the universe?
And art thou unwilling to do the work of a human being, and dost thou not
make haste to do that which is according to thy nature?- But it is necessary
to take rest also.- It is necessary: however nature has fixed bounds to
this too: she has fixed bounds both to eating and drinking, and yet thou
goest beyond these bounds, beyond what is sufficient; yet in thy acts it
is not so, but thou stoppest short of what thou canst do. So thou lovest
not thyself, for if thou didst, thou wouldst love thy nature and her will.
But those who love their several arts exhaust themselves in working at
them unwashed and without food; but thou valuest thy own own nature less
than the turner values the turning art, or the dancer the dancing art,
or the lover of money values his money, or the vainglorious man his little
glory. And such men, when they have a violent affection to a thing, choose
neither to eat nor to sleep rather than to perfect the things which they
care for. But are the acts which concern society more vile in thy eyes
and less worthy of thy labour?
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