Matthew(i)
6 Go to the Emmet (thou slogard) consyder her wayes, and lerne to be wise.
7 She hath no guide, no teacher, no leader:
8 yet in the Sommer she prouideth her meate, and gathereth her foode together in the haruest,
9 How longe wilt thou slepe? thou slogysh man? When wylte thou aryse out of thy slepe?
10 Yea slepe on stil a litle, slomber a lytle, folde thyne handes together yet a lytle, that thou mayest slepe:
11 so shall pouerte come vnto the as one that trauaileth by the way, and necessitie lyke a weaponed man.