Nursery Rhyme. CIII. Proverbs.

    He that would thrive
    Must rise at five;
    He that hath thriven
    May lie till seven;
    And he that by the plough would thrive,
    Himself must either hold or drive.

    He that goes to see his wheat in May,
    Comes weeping away.

    Three straws on a staff,
    Would make a baby cry and laugh.

    A man of words and not of deeds,
    Is like a garden full of weeds;
    For when the weeds begin to grow,
    Then doth the garden overflow.

    If wishes were horses,
        Beggars would ride;
    If turnips were watches,
        I would wear one by my side.

    A pullet in the pen
    Is worth a hundred in the fen!