The XI. Chapter.
[ A] SEnde thy vytayles ouer the waters, and so shalt thou fynde thē after ma¦ny yeares. Geue it awaye amonge se¦uen or eight, for thou knowest not what mise¦ry shal come vpō earth. Whē the cloudes are full, they poure out rayne vpon the earth. And whē ye tre falleth, (whether it be towar¦de the south or north) in what place so euer it fall, there it lyeth. He that regardeth ye wyn¦de, shal not sowe: and he that hath respecte vnto the cloudes, shal not reape. Now like as thou knowest not the waye of the wyn∣de, ner how ye bones are fylled in a mothers wombe: Euen so thou knowest not the wor¦kes of God, which is the workemaster of all.
[ B] Cease not thou therfore with thy han∣des to sowe thy sede, whether it be in ye mor¦nynge or in the euenynge: for thou knowest not whether this or that shall prospere, & yf they both take, it is the better. The light is swete, & a pleasaunt thinge is it for the eyes to loke vpon the Sonne. Yf a man lyue ma∣ny yeares, and be glad in them all, let him re¦membre the dayes of darcknesse, which shal be many: & when they come, all thinges shal be but vanite. Be glad then (O thou yonge man) in thy youth, and lat thine hert be me∣ry in thy yonge dayes: folowe the wayes of thine owne hert, and the lust of thine eyes: but be thou sure, that God shal bringe the in to iudgment for all these thinges.