¶ The .iiii. Chapter.
HOlde thy mother in honoure all the dayes of her lyfe: for thou oughteste to remem∣ber what and howe greate parels she suffered for the in her wombe.
Geue almes of thy goodes, and turne neuer thy face frō the pore, and so shall it come to passe, that the face of the lord, shall not be turned away from the.
Mercy delyuereth from all synne & from death, and suffereth not the soule to come in darcknes. A greate conforte is mercy before the highe god, vnto all them that shewe it.
Whosoeuer worcketh any thynge for the, im∣mediatly geue him his hyre, and loke that thy hy∣red seruauntes wages remayne not by the ouer nyght.
Looke that thou neuer do vnto another man, the thinge that thou woldest not another manne shoulde do vnto the.