Go to the ant, thou Sluggard; Consider her ways, and be wise: Which having no chief, Overseer, Or ruler, Provideth her meat in the summer, And gathereth her food in the harvest.

How long wilt thou sleep, O Sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep? "Yet a little sleep, A little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep" -- So shall thy poverty come as a robber, And thy want as an armed man!

[Footnote 5: For the difference of form between the Hebrew and the modern sonnet see Notes, page 255.]