We may take one of Perriere’s Emblems, the 101st of _Les Bons Engins_, as our example, to show rather divergence than agreement,—or, at any rate, a different way of treating the subject. “En ce pourtraict pouuez veoir diligence, Tenant en main le cornet de copie: Elle triumph[e/] en grand magnificence: Car de paress[e/] one ne fut assoupie: Dessoubz ses piedz tiẽt famin[e/] acroupie Et attaché[e/] en grand captiuité: Puis les formys par leur hastiuité Diligemment tirent le tout ensemble: Pour demonstrer qu’ auec oysiuité, Impossibl[e/] est que grãdz biẽs l’õ assẽble.” “A portrait here you see of diligence Bearing in hand full plenty’s horn, Triumphant in her great magnificence, And ever holding laziness in scorn; Crouching beneath her feet famine forlorn In fetters bound of strong captivity. And then the ants with their activity The whole most diligently along do draw,— A demonstration clear that idleness Finds it impossible by nature’s law With stores of goods her poverty to bless.” Under the motto, _Otiosi semper egentes_,—“The idle always destitute,”—Whitney, p. 175, describes the same conditions,— “HERE, Idlenes doth weepe amid her wantes, Neare famished: whome, labour whippes for Ire: Here, labour sittes in chariot drawen with antes: And dothe abounde with all he can desire. The grashopper, the toyling ante derides, In Sommers heate, cause she for coulde prouides.” The idea is in some degree approached in the Chorus of _Henry V._ act i. l. 5, vol. iv. p. 491,— “Then should the warlike Harry, like himself Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash’d in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire Crouch for employment.” The triumph of industry may also be inferred from the marriage blessing which Ceres pronounces in the Masque of the _Tempest_, act iv. sc. 1, l. 110, vol. i. p. 57,— “Earth’s increase, foison plenty, Barns and garners never empty; Vines with clustering bunches growing; Plants with goodly burthen bowing; Spring come to you at the farthest In the very end of harvest! Scarcity and want shall shun you, Ceres’ blessing so is on you.” Yet for labour, work, industry, diligence, or by whatever other name the virtue of steady exertion may be known, there is scarcely a word of praise in Shakespeare’s abundant vocabulary, and of its effects no clear description. We are told in _Cymbeline_, act iii. sc. 6, l. 31, vol. ix. p. 240,—