The .xxvii. Chapter.
[unspec A] 1 MAke not thy boast of to morowe: * 1.1 for thou knowest not what a day may bring foorth.
2 Let another man prayse thee, and not thyne owne mouth, yea other folkes, and not thyne owne lippes.
3 The stone is heauie, and the sande wayghtie: but a fooles wrath is heaui∣er then them both.
4 Wrath is a cruell thing, and furious∣nesse is a very tempest: but who is able to abide enuie?
5 Open rebuke, is better then secrete loue.
6 Faythfull are the woundes of a louer: but the kysses of an enemie are * 1.2 cruell.
[unspec B] 7 He that is full, abhorreth an honye combe: but vnto hym that is hungrye, euery * 1.3 sowre thing is sweete.
8 He that oft times flitteth, is like a byrd that forsaketh her nest.
9 Baulme and sweete incense make the heart merie: so sweete is that frende that geueth counsell from the heart.
10 Thyne owne frende and thy fathers frende see thou forsake not, and go not into thy brothers house in tyme of thy trouble: for better is a “ 1.4 frende at hand, then a brother farre of.
11 My sonne be wyse, and make me a glad heart, that I may make aunswere vnto my rebukers.
12 * 1.5A wyse man seing the plague, wyll hide hym selfe: as for fooles they go on styll and suffer harme.
13 * 1.6Take his garment that is suretie for a straunger, and take a pledge of hym [unspec C] for the vnknowen sake.
14 “ 1.7He that is to hastie to praise his neigh∣bour aboue measure, shalbe taken as one that geueth hym an euyll report.
15 * 1.8A brawling woman and the roofe of the house dropping in a raynie day, may well be compared together.
16 He that stilleth her, stilleth the winde, and stoppeth the smell of the oyntment in his hande.