[ WP ] Seven poems about the seven deadly sins without naming them or their synonyms .

This was my attempt at sloth sorry in advance for formatting: 
 
 Within the verdant verge and bower 
 The sun, like a crowned jewel, 
 Shines sweetly on many a dewy flower 
 
 From its aery throne: the azure pool. 
 Such a gracious gift to view, 
 But not for thee, you sorry fool, 
 
 Who squanders the day and night through 
 With thoughts of the if and morrow 
 And empty promises of to-do, 
 
 But none of these you dare to follow; 
 For all these goods are like to thee 
 As to another pain and sorrow. 
 
 Such is the way, eternally, 
 Of one so taken with apathy.
