6 O! thou slowe man, go to the amte, ether pissemyre; and biholde thou hise weies, and lerne thou wisdom.7 Which whanne he hath no duyk, nethir comaundour, nether prince;8 makith redi in somer mete to hym silf, and gaderith togidere in heruest that, that he schal ete.9 Hou long schalt thou, slow man, slepe? whanne schalt thou rise fro thi sleep?10 A litil thou schalt slepe, a litil thou schalt nappe; a litil thou schalt ioyne togidere thin hondis, that thou slepe.11 And nedynesse, as a weigoere, schal come to thee; and pouert, as an armed man. Forsothe if thou art not slow, thi ripe corn schal come as a welle; and nedynesse schal fle fer fro thee.