Biblia the Byble, that is, the holy Scrypture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully translated in to Englyshe.

The XVIII. Chapter.

WHo so hath pleasure to sowe dis••••∣de, piketh a quarell in euery thing••▪ A foole hath no delyte in vnder••••••••dinge, but only in those thinges wherin 〈◊〉〈◊〉 herte reioyseth. Where vngodlynes is, the••re is also diszdayne: & so there foloweth sha••me & dishono^r. The wordes of a mās 〈◊〉〈◊〉 are like depe waters, and the well of wyszdo••me is like a full streame. It is not good 〈◊〉〈◊〉 regarde y^e personne of the vngodly, or to 〈◊〉〈◊〉 backe y^e righteous in iudgmēt. A fooles lip••pes are euer brawlinge, and his mouth pro••uoketh vnto batayll. A fooles mouth is 〈◊〉〈◊〉 owne destruccion, and his lippes are y^e 〈◊〉〈◊〉 for his owne soule. The wordes of a slaun••derer are very woūdes, and go thorow vnto the ynmost partes of the body. Who so i•• slouthfull and slacke in his labo^r, is y^e brother of him y^t is a waister. The name of y^e LORD•• is a stronge castell, y^e righteous flyeth vnt•• it, and shalbe saued. But y^e rich mās good•••• are his stronge holde, yee he taketh them 〈◊〉〈◊〉 an hye wall roūde aboute him. After 〈◊〉〈◊〉 cōmeth destrucciō, and hono^r after lowlyne•• He that geueth sentēce in a matter before 〈◊〉〈◊〉 heare it, is a foole, and worthy to be confou••••ded. A good stomacke dryueth awaye a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 disease, but whā y^e sprete is vexed, who may•• abyde it? A wyse herte laboureth for know••lege, and a prudent eare seketh vnderstondi••••ge. Liberalite bryngeth a man to hono^r and worshipe, & setteth him amonge greate 〈◊〉〈◊〉▪

The righteous accuseth hī self first of all yf his neghbo^r come, he shal fynde him. Th•• lot pacifieth y^e variaūce, & parteth y^e might•• asunder. The vnite of brethren is stronge••

then a castell, and they that holde together are like the barre of a palace. A mans bely shalbe satisfied with the frute of his owne mouth, and with the increase of his lippes shal he be fylled. Death and life stonde in the power of the tonge, he that loueth it, shal enioye the frute therof. Who so fyndeth a wife fyndeth a good thynge, & receaueth an wholsome benefite of the LORDE. The poore maketh supplicacion and prayeth me∣kely, but the riche geueth a rough answere.

A frende that delyteth in loue, doth a man more frēdshipe, and sticketh faster vnto him then a brother.

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