Geneva
(i)
6 Goe to the pismire, O sluggarde: beholde her waies, and be wise.
7 For shee hauing no guide, gouernour, nor ruler,
8 Prepareth her meat in the sommer, and gathereth her foode in haruest.
9 Howe long wilt thou sleepe, O sluggarde? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleepe?