SUFFOLK
Get up at four, and you’ll have more.
Get up at five, and things’ll thrive.
Get up at six, and things’ll fix.
Get up at seven, and things’ll go even.
Get up at eight, and that’s too late.
Get up at nine, and that’s no time.
Get up at ten, and go to bed again.
At ten a child,
At twenty wild,
At thirty tame if ever;
At forty wise,
At fifty rich,
At sixty good, or never.
THE SETTING OF THE SUN
See where the sun sinks in the west,
His appointed race having run,
He says to man and beast: “Now rest,
Your toil and labour’s done.”
So should each little girl and boy,
Perform their daily task;
Then would their parents dear, with joy,
Grant all good things they’d ask.