The piththy [sic] and moost notable sayinges of al scripture, gathered by Thomas Paynell: after the manner of common places, very necessary for al those that delite in the consolacions of the scriptures.

¶ The Psalmes of Dauid. The .i. Chapter.

BLessed is that man that hathe not walked in the councell of the vngodlye, nor stande in the waye of synners, and hath not sit in the seate of the scorneful. But his delyte is in the lawe of the Lorde, and in hys lawe wyll he exercyse him selfe daye and nyghte.

The .ii. Chapter.

BE wyse now therfore O ye kinges, be lear∣ned ye that are iudges of the earth.

The .v. Chapter.

THou shalte destroye them that speake lea∣syng, the lord wyll abhorre both the bloud-thyrsty, and disceatfull man.

¶ The .vi. Chapter.

I am weary of my groning, euery night washe I my bed, & water my couche w^t my teares.

The .vii. Chapter.

God is prouoked euerye daye, yf a man wyll not turne, he wyll whette his swearde, he hathe bent his bowe, and made it readye, he hathe prepared him the instrumentes of deathe, he ordeyneth hys arowes against the persecutoures.

The .viii. Chapter.

WHat is man that thou art myndefull of him? and the sonne of man that thou visitest him? Thou madest him lower then the aungelles, to crowne him with glorye and worshyp. Thou ma∣kest hym to haue dominion of the worckes of thy handes, & thou hast put all thinges in subiection vnder his feete.

The .xi. Chapter.

THe Lorde is in hys holy temple, the lordes seate is in heauē, his eyes cōsider the poore, and his eye lyddes trieth the chyldren of menne. The Lorde aloweth the righteous: but the vn∣godlye, and hym that delyted in wychednes dothe his soule abhorre, vpon the vngodly he shall ray∣gne snares, fyre and brymstone, storme and tem∣peste, this shalbe their portion to dryncke.

¶ The .xii. Chapter.

THe Lorde shel rote out all disceatful lippes, and the tong that speaketh proude thinges.

¶ The .xiii. Chapter.

HOwe longe shall mine enemy triumphe ouer me? Consider and heare me O lord my god, lyghten myne eyes, that I stepe not in deathe, lest myne enemye saye, I haue preuayled against hym. For yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me wyl reioyce at it. But my truste is in thy mercye, and my herte is ioyfull in thy saluation.

The .xiiii. Chapter.

THe Lorde loked downe from heauen vpon the chyldren of men, to se yf there were any that wolde vnderstande, and seke after god. But they are all gone out of the waye, they are altoge∣ther become abhominable, there is none that doth good, no not one.

¶ The .xv. Chapter.

LOrde who shall dwell in thy tabernacle? he that hathe not geuen hys money to vsurye, nor taken rewarde against the innocent.

¶ The .xvi. Chapter.

THe Lorde hym selfe is the portion of myne enheritaunce.

Thou shalte not leue my soule in hel, neyther shalte thou suffer thy holy one to se corruption.

The .xviii. Chapter.

The lorde shall rewarde me after my righteous dealyng, accordynge to the clennes of my handes shall he recompence me.

With the holy thou shalte be holye, and with a perfect man thou shalt be perfect. With the cleane thou shalte be cleane: and with the frowarde thou shalte learne frowardnes.

¶ The .xix. Chapter.

The iudgementes of the Lorde are true, & righ∣teous all together. More to be desyred are they than golde, yea then muche fyne golde: sweter then hony combe of the hony. Moreouer by them is thy seruaunt taught, and in kepynge of them, there is great rewarde.

Who can tell how ofte he offendeth? Oh clense thou me fro my secrete fautes. Kepe thy seruaunt also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me, so shall I be vndefiled, and in∣nocent from the greate offence.

¶ The .xx. Chapter.

SOme put theyr trust in charrettes, and some in horses, but we wyll remembre the name of the lorde oure god. They are broughte downe and fallen, but we are rysen, and stande vpright.

The .xxii. Chapter.

I Am a worme and no mā: a very scorne of men, and the outcast of the people.

They pearsed my handes and my fete, I maye tell all my bones, they stande staring and lokynge vpon me. They parte my garmentes among them and caste lottes vpon my vesture.

¶ The .xxiii. Chapter.

Though I walke thorow the valley of the sha∣dowe of death, I wyll feare no euyll, for thou art with me.

¶ The .xxiiii. Chapter.

Who shall ryse vp into the hyll of the lord? euen he that hathe clene handes, and a pure harte, and that hath not lyft vp his mynde vnto vanitie, nor sworne to deceyue his neyghbour. The. 25. Cha. What man is he that feareth the lorde? him shal he teache in the waye that he shall chose. His soule shall dowell at ease, and his seede shall inherit the lande. The secrete of the lorde is amonge them that feare him, & he wil shew thē his conuenaunt.

¶ The .xxvii. Chapter.

ONe thing haue I desired of the lord, whiche I wyll requyre: euen that I maye dwell in the house of the lorde all the dayes of my lyfe to beholde the fayre beauty of the lorde and to viset his temple.

¶ The .xxviii. Chapter.

O Plucke me not awaye with the vngodly and wycked doers, whiche speake frēdly to their neighboures, but ymagine myschefe in their her∣tes. Rewarde them according to the wyckednesse of their owne inuentions. Recōpence them after the worcke of their handes, paye theim that they haue deserued. For they regarde not in theyre mynde the worckes of the lorde, nor the opera∣tions of his handes, therfore shall he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.

The .xxxii. Chapter.

BLessed is he whose vnryghteousnes is for∣geuen, and whose synne is couered. Blessed is that man, vnto whome the lorde imputeth no synne, and in whose sprete there is no gyle.

The .xxxiii. Chapter.

THe lorde bringeth the counsaile of the hea∣then to nought, and maketh the deuises of the people to be of none effecte, and casteth oute the counseyles of princes.

There is no kinge that can be saued by the mul∣titude of an hooste, neyther is anye myghtye man

deliuered by moche strenght. A horse is counted but a vaine thinge to saue a man, neyther shall he delyuer any man by his greate strength. Beholde the eye of the lorde is vpon them that feare him, and vpon them that put their trust in hys mercy. To delyuer their soules from deathe, and to fede them in tyme of dearth.

The .xxxiiii. Chapter

I wyll alwaye geue thankes vnto the lorde, his prayse shall euer be in my mouthe.

The aungel of the lorde tarieth rounde about them that feare him, and delyuereth them. O tast and se, howe gracious the lorde is, blessed is the manne that trusteth in hym. O feare the lorde, ye that be his sainctes for they that feare hym, lacke nothinge.

What man is he that lusteth to lyue, and wolde faine se good dayes? Kepe thy tonge frome euyll, and thy lyppes, that they speake nogyle. Eschue euyll and do good, se he peace and ensue it.

The eyes of the lorde are ouer the ryghteous, and his eares are open vnto their prayers. The countinaunce of the Lorde is agaynste them that do euyll, to rote out the remembraunce of them from the earth, The righteous crye, & the lorde heareth them, & deliuereth them out of all their troubles. The lorde is nye vnto them, that are of a contrite herte, and wyll saue suche as be of an humble sprete. Greate are the troubles of the ryghteous, but the lord deliuereth him out of all. He kepeth all hys bones, so that not one of them is broken.

The .xxxv. Chapter.

I putte on sacke clothe, and humbled my soule with fastynge: and my prayer shall retourne in to my owne bosome.

The .xxxvii. Chapter.

Wycked doers shalbe roted oute, and they that paciently abyde the lorde, these shall inherite the lande. Yet a lytle whyle, and the vngodly shalbe cleane gone, thou shalte loke after his place: and he shalbe awaye. But the meke spirited shall pos∣sesse the earthe, and shalbe refreshed in the multi∣tude of peace.

A small thinge that the righteous hath, is bet∣ter then great richesse of the vngodly.

I haue bene yonge, and nowe am olde, and yet saw I neuer the righteous forsaken, nor his seede beggyng theyr breade.

The mouthe of the righteous is exercised in wysdome, and his tounge wylbe talkynge of iud∣gement.

I my selfe haue sene the vngodly in greate po∣wer, and florishyng lyke a grene bay tree: I went by, and lo, he was gone, I soughte hym, but his place coulde no where be founde.

¶ The .xxxviii. Chapter.

There is no health in my fleshe. And there is no whole parte in my bodye.

The .xxxix. Chapter.

VErely euery man liuynge is altogether ••…••…∣nitie, for man walketh in a vaine shadowe, and disquieteth him selfe in vayne, he heapeth vp richessr, and cannot tell who shall gather them.

The .xli. Chapter.

BLessed is he that considereth the poore, and neady, the lord shall deliuer him in the time of trouble.

¶ The .xliiii. Chapter.

I wil not trust in my bow it is not my swearde that shall helpe me, but it is thou that sauest vs frō our enemyes, and puttest them to cōfusion that hate vs.

For thy sake also are we kylled all the day long,

and are contented as shepe appointed to be claine.

The .xlv. Chapter.

Thou haste loued ryghteousnes, and hated ini∣quitie, wherfore god, euen thy god, hath anointed the with the oyle of gladnesse aboue thy felowes.

The .xlix. Chapter.

The wyse men dye and her. she together as well as the ignorant and foolyshe, and leue their riches for other.

Be not thou affrayed though one be made riche or yf the glorye of his house be increased, for he shall carpe nothynge awaye with hym, when he dieth, neyther shall his pompe folowe him.

The .l. Chapter.

OVr god shall come, & shall not hepe silence, there shall go before him a consumyng fyre, and a mightye tempeste shalbe stered vp rounde aboute hym, he shall call the heauen from aboue, and the earthe that he maye iudge his people.

Offer vnto god thankesgeuyng, and paye thy dowes vnto the most hyest.

But vnto the vngodlye sayde god, why doest thou preache my lawes, and takest my cōuenaunt in thy mouthe?

The .li. Chapter

The sacrifice of god, is a troubled sprete, a bro∣ken and a contrite herte, o god, shalt thou not de∣spise.

Beholde, I was shapen in wickednes, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.

The .lii. Chapter.

THe righteous also shall se this, and feare, & shall laugh him to scorne. Lo, this is the mā that toke not god for his strenghte, but trusted vnto the multitude of his riches, and strengthed him selfe in his wyckednes.

The .lv. Chapter.

HE layd his handes vpon suche as be at peace with him, and he brake his couenaunt. The wordes of his mouth were softer then butter, ha∣uyng warre in his hart, his wordes were smother then oyle, and yet be they very sweardes.

The .lviii. Chapter.

THe righteous shal reioyse when he seeth the vengeaunce, he shall washe his footesteppis in the bloude of the vngodly.

The .lxii. Chapter.

IF riches increase, set not your hart vpon thē. Thou rewardell euery man accordyng to his worke.

The .lxvi. Chapter.

I Wyll gointo thy house with brent offeringes and wyll paye thee my vowes whiche I promis••d with my lippes and speake with my mouthe whan I was in trouble.

The .lxix. Chapter.

I wepte and chastened my selfe with fastinge and that was turned to my reproche, I put on a sackcloth also, and they iested vpon me. They that sytte in the gate, speake agaynste me, and the dronkardes make songes vpon me.

The .lxxi. Chapter.

O What great troubles and aduersities haste thou shewed me? and yet diddest thou turne and refreshe me: yea, and broughtest me from the depe of the earthe agayne. Thou haste broughte me to great honoure, and comforted me on euery syde.

The .lxxvi. Chapter.

Promise vnto the lorde your god, and kepe it.

The .lxxix. Chapter.

O Remember not oure olde synnes, but haue merrie vpon vs, and that soone, for we are come to great miserie.

The .lxxx. Chapter.

THou fedest them with the breade of tearee, and geuest them plenteousnesse of teares to drynke.

The .lxxxi. Chapter.

My people wolde not heare my voyce, and Israell wolde not obeye me. So I gaue them vp vnto theyre owne heartes lust, and lette them folow their owne ymaginacions.

The .lxxxiiii. Chapter.

I Had rather be a doore keper in the house of my god, then to dwelin the rentes of vngod∣lynesse.

The .lxxxix. Chapter.

BVt yf his chyldren forsake my lawe and walke not in my iudgementes, yf they breke my statutes, and kepe not my commaundementes I wyl viset theyr offences with the rod, and their synnes with scourges.

What man is he that lyueth, and shall not see death?

The .xc. Chapter.

A Thousande yeares in thy syghte, are but as yesterdaye.

The dayes of our age are thre score yeares, & ten and thoughe men be so stronge that they come to four scoure yeares, yet is theyr strength then but laboure and sorowe, so soone passeth it awaye, and we are goen.

The .xci. Chapter.

HE shall geue his aungels charge ouer thee, to kepe the in all thy wayes. They shal beare the in theyr handes, that thou hurt not thy foote agaynst astone.

The .xcii. Chapter.

WHen the vngodlye are grene as the grasse, and when all the worckes of wyckednesse dooe florishe, then shall they be destroyedde for euer.

The .xcuii. Chapter.

BLessed is the man whome thou chasteneste O lorde.

The .xcvii. Chapter.

THere shall go a fyre before hym, and burne his enemies on euery syde.

O ye that loue the lorde, se that ye hate the thinge whiche is euyli. The lorde preserueth the soules of his sayntes, he shall delyuer them, from the hande of the vngodly.

The .Ci. Chapter.

WHo so priuelye slaundereth his neyghboure him wyll I destroye.

There shall no disceatefull personne dwell in my house, he that telleth lyes, shall not tarye in my sight.

The .Cii. Chapter.

I Haue eaten asshes as it were breade, and myngeled my dryncke with wepyng.

My dayes are gone lyke a shadowe, and I am wythered lyke grasse.

Thou lorde, in the begynnynge haste layde the fundation of the earthe, and the heauens are the worcke of thy handes, they shall perishe, but thou shal••e endure: they all shall waxe olde, as dothe a garment, and as a vesture shalte thou chaunge them, and they shalbe chaunged. But thou arte the same, and thy yeares shall not fayle.

The .C.iii. Chapter.

THe mercifull goodnesse of the Lorde, endu∣reth for euer and euer, vpō them that feare him, & his righteousnes vpon chylders children.

The .C.iiii. Chapter.

HE bryngeth forth grasse for the cattel, and grene herbe for the seruice of menne, that he maye brynge foode out of the earth, and wyne that maketh gladde the herte of man, and oyle to

make him a chereful countenaunce, and breade to strength mans herte.

Man goeth forth to his worke, and to hys la∣boure vntill the euenyng.

The .cv. Chapter.

TOuche not myne annointed, and do my pro∣phetes no harme.

The .cvi. Chapter.

BLessed are they that alwaye kepe iudgement and do righteousnesse.

The .cix. Chapter.

HYs delite was in cursyng, and it shall hap∣pen vnto hym: he loued not blessynge, ther∣fore shall it be farre from hym.

My knees are weake thorow fasting, my fleshe is dried vp for want of fatnesse.

The .cxi. Chapter.

THe woorkes of his handes are veritie and iudgement, all his commaundementes are true.

The feare of the lorde is the beginning of wis∣dome, a good vnderstandynge haue all they, that do thereafter.

The .cxii. Chapter.

A Good manne is mercifull and lendeth, and wyll guyde his wordes with discrecion.

He hath sparsed abrode, and geuen to the poore and his righteousnesse remayneth for euer, his horne shalbe exalted with honoure.

The .cxiii. Chapter.

HE taketh vp the simple out of the duste, and lyfteth the poore out of the myre. That he maye set hym w^t the princes, euen with the prin∣ces of his people.

The .cxviii. Chapter.

IT is better to truste in the Lorde, then to put any confidence in man. It is better to

truste in the lorde, then to put anye confidence in princes.

The .cxix. Chapter.

BLessed are those that be vndefyled in the waye: and walke in the waye of the lorde. Blessed are they that kepe his testimonies, & seke him with there hole herte. For they whiche do no wyckednesse, walke in his wayes.

It is good for me, that I haue bene in trouble that I maye learne thy statutes. The lawe of thy mouthe is dearer vnto me, then thousandes of golde and syluer.

O howe swete are thy wordes vnto my throte? yea, swetter then hony vnto my mouthe.

Thy worde is a lanterne vnto my fete, and a lyghte vnto my pathes.

My soule is alwaye in my hande.

When thy worde goeth forthe, it geueth lyghte and vnderstandyng euen to the symple.

The .cxx. Chapter.

What reward shalbe geuen vnto the thou false tong? euen mighty and sharpe arowes with hoote burnynge coles.

They that sowe in teares, shall repe in ioye, he that now goeth in his waye wepyng and beareth forth good seede, shall doutles come agayne with ioye, and brynge his sheaues with him.

The .cxxvii. Chapter.

EXcepte the lorde buylde the house, theyr la∣boure is but lost that buylde it. Except the lorde kepeth the cytie, the watche manne waketh but in vayne.

The .cxxxviii. Chapter.

THoughe the lorde be hye, yet hathe he res∣pect vnto the lowlye: as for the proude he beholdeth him a farre of.

The .cxxxix. Chapter.

WHether shall I go then from the sprete, or whether shall I go then from thy presence, yf I clyme vp into heauen thou arte there, yf I go downe into hell, thou arte there also, yf I take the wynges of the morenynge and remaine in the vttermoste partes of the sea, euen there also shall thy hande leade me, & thi right hande shal hold me.

The .cxl. Chapter.

A Man full of wordes shall not prosper vpon the earthe.

The .cxli. Chapter

SEt a watche O lorde, before my mouth and kepe the doore of my lyppes.

The .cxlii. Chapter.

I Cried vnto the O lorde, and sayd: thou art my hope, & my portion in the lande of liuing.

The .cxliii. Chapter.

INter not into iudgement with thy seruant, for in thy syghte shall no manne lyuynge be iustified.

The .cxlv. Chapter.

THe lorde is louinge vnto euery man, and his mercy is ouer all his worckes.

The lorde is nye vnto all them that call vpon him, yea all suche as call vpon him faithfully.

The .cxlvi. Chapter.

O Put not youre truste in princes, nor in anye chylde of man, for there is no helpe in them.

The .clxvii. Chapter.

HE hathe no pleasure in the strengthe of an horse, neyther deliteth he in anye mans leg∣ges, but the lordes delyte is in theym that feare him, and put their truste in his mercy.

¶ The Prouerbes the fyrst Chapter.

THe feare of God is the be∣ginning of wysedome, but foles despise wisedome and instruccion.

My sonne, consent not vnto synners yf they entice thee, and saye come with vs.

In vayne is the net layd forth before the byrdes eies.

I haue called, and ye refused it, I haue stret∣ched out my hande, and no man regarded it, but all my counsele haue ye despised, and set my cor∣rections at naught.

The .ii. Chapter.

Walke thou in the waye of suche as be ver∣tuous, & kepe the pathes of the righteous.

The .iii. Chapter.

LEt mercye and faythfulnes neuer go from thee, bynde them about thy necke and wryte them in the tables of thy hearte: so shalte thou fynde fauoure and good vnderstandynge in the syght of god and men.

Be not wyse in thyne owne conceyte.

Whome the lorde loueth, hym he chasteneth, and yet delyteth in him, euen as a father in his owne sonne.

All the thynges that thou canst desyre are not to be compared vnto wysedome.

Wythdrawe no good thynge from them that haue nede, so long as thyne hande is able to do it. Saye not vnto thy neyghboure, go thy waye, and come agayne, to morowe wyll I geue thee, where as thou hall nowe to geue hym.

The .iiii. Chapter.

THe chiefe poynt of wysedome is, that thou be wyllyng to obteyne wysedome, and be∣fore all thy goodes to get the vnderstandyng.

Take faste holde of doctrine, and let her not go, kepe her, for she is thy lyfe.

But awaye from thee a froward mouthe, and let the lippes of slaunder be far from the.

The .v. Chapter.

THe lyppes of an harlot are a droppyng ho∣ny combe, and her throte is more glystering then Oyle. But at the laste she is as bitter as wormewood, her tonge as sharpe as a two edged swearde.

The .vi. Chapter.

Go to the Emmet thou sluggarde, consider her wayes, and learne to be wyse. She hath no guide nor ouersear, nor ruler, yet in the sommer she pro∣uideth her meate, and gathereth her foode togy∣ther in the haruest.

These syre thynges doth the lorde hate, and the seuenth he vtterly abhorreth. Aproude looke, A lying tongue, handes that shedde innocente bloude, an hearte that goeth aboute with wicked ymaginacion, feete that be swift in running to do mischiefe. A false witnes that bryngeth vp lyes. And suche one as soweth discord among brethrē.

An harlot wyll make a manne to begge his breade.

Maye a man take fyre in his bosome, and his clothes not be brente? Or can one go vpon hoote coales, and his feete not be hurte? Euen so, who so euer goeth into his neyghbours wyfe, and tou∣cheth her, cannot be vngyltye.

The .viii. Chapter.

They that seke me early, shall fynde me.

The .ix. Chapter.

REproue not a scorner, lest he owe the euyll wyll, but rebuke a wyse manne, and he wyll loue the.

Stolen waters are swets, and the breade that is priuely eaten, hath a good taste.

The .x. Chapter.

A Wise sonne maketh a glad father, but an vn∣discrete son is an heuinesse vnto his mother.

Treasures that are wyckedly gotten, profyte nothing, but righteousnes deliuereth from death,

A wyse man wyll receyue warnynge.

Loue couereth the multitude of synnes.

He that refuseth to be refourmed desceyueth him selfe.

Where moche bablynge is, there must nedes be offence, and he that refraineth his lyppes is wise. An innocent tonge is a noble treasure.

As vineger is to the tethe, and as smoke is vn∣to the eyes, euen so is a slouggyshe person to them that sendeth him forth.

The .xi. Chapter.

WHereno good counsayle is, there the people decaye, but where as many are that can geue coū∣sayle, there is wealthe.

He that is suretye for a straunger hurteth hym selfe, and he that medieth not with suretyshyppe is sure.

A fayre woman without discrete maners, is like a rynge of golde in a swynnes snoute.

Some man geueth oute his goodes, and is the rycher, but the nygarde hauyng ynoughe wyll de∣parte from nothinge, and yet is euer in pouertie. He that is lyberall in geuynge shall haue plentye.

Whose hoordeth vp his corne, shalbe cursed a∣monge the people, but blessynge shall lyghte vpon his head that geueth foode.

The .xii. Chapter.

Whoso loueth wysdome wylbe content to be re∣fourmed: but he that hateth to be reproued is a foole.

Euery man shall enioye good, accordyng to the frute of his mouthe, and after the worckes of his handes shall he be rewarded.

The .xiii. Chapter.

He that kepeth his mouthe, kepeth his life, but whoso openeth his lippes to euyll, destroyeth, him selfe.

Some menne are ryche, thoughe they haue no∣thinge, againe, some men are poore hauyng greate ryches.

Vaynelye gotten goodes are sone spente, but they that be gathered together with the hande shall encrease.

He that thynketh scorne to be refourmed com∣methe to pouertie, and shame: but who so regar∣deth correction, shall come to honoure.

He that spareth the rodde, hateth his sonne, but whoso loueth him, chasteneth him by tymes.

The .xiiii. Chapter.

Se that thou medle not with a foole, in whom thou percepuest to be no knowledge.

There is awaye whiche some men thynke to be righte, but the ende thereof leadeth vnto deathe.

The poore is hated euen of his owne neygh∣bours, but the ryche hath many frendes.

The encrease and prosperitie of the commens is the kinges honours, but the decaye of the peo∣ple, is the confusion of the prince.

A merye herte is the lyfe of the bodye, but ran∣coure consumeth away the bones.

He that doth a poore man wronge blasphemeth his maker, but whoso that hath pitie of the poore both honour vnto God.

The .xv. Chapter.

A Soft aunswere putteth doune displeasure, but froward wordes prouoke vnto anger.

A merye hearte maketh a cherefull counte∣naunce, but an heuy hearte compelleth a man to syghe.

Better is a lytle with the feare of the Lorde, then great treasure with sorowe.

Better is a mosse of potage with loue, then a fat Ore with euell wyll.

Who so hateth rewardes shall lyue.

The .xvi. Chapter.

BEtter it is to haue a lytle thinge with righ∣teousnesse, then greate rentes wrongfullye gotten.

It is a great abhominacion when kynges are wycked, for a kynges seate shoulde be holden vp with righteousenes.

The kynges displeasure is a messenger of death, but the cherefull countenaunce of a kynge is lyfe, and his louyng fauoure is as the euening dewe.

He that is a blable of his tongue, maketh di∣uision amonge princes.

The .xvii. Chapter.

WHoso laugheth the poore to scorne, blas∣phemeth his maker, and he that is glad of a nother mans hurte, shall not be vnpunyshed.

One reprofe onelye doeth more good to hym that hathe vnderstandyng, then a.C. strypes to a foole.

Whosoeuer rewardeth euel for good, the plage shall not departe from his house.

He is a frende that alwaye loueth, and in ad∣uersitie a man shall knowe who is his brother.

Who so promiseth by the hande, and is suerty for his neyghboure, he is a foole.

The .xviii. Chapter.

THe wordes of a staunders are very woun∣des, and go thorowe vnto the innermoste partes of the body.

The name of the lorde is a strong castell, the righteous flyeth vnto it, and is in sauegarde.

He that geueth sentence in a mater before he heare it, is a soole, and worthy to be consounded.

Liberalitie bringeth a man to honoure, and worshippe, and setteth hym amonge greate men.

Death and lyfe are in the instrumente of the tongue, and they that loue it, shal enioy the frute therof.

Whoso fyndeth a good wyfe, fyndeth a good thynge, and receyueth a wholsome benefite of the Lorde.

The .xix. Chapter.

RYches maketh many frēdes, but the poore is forsaken of his neyghbour.

A wyse man can put of displeasure, and it is his honour to let some tauntes passe.

A bra••lyng wyfe is lyke the top of an house, where thorow it is euer droppyng.

A discrete woman is the gyfte of god.

The .xx. Chapter.

WYne maketh a manne to be scornefull, and stronge drinke causeth a man to be vnquiet: whoso delyteth therin shall neuer be wise.

The kyng ought to be feared as the roaryng, of a lyon, whoso prouoketh hym vnto anger, of∣fendeth agaynste his owne soule.

A flouthful body wyl not go toplowe for cold of the wynter, therfore shall he go a beggyng in sommer, & haue nothyng.

Manye there be that wolde be called good doers, but where shall one fynde a true faythfull manne?

Who can saye, my heart is cleane, I am innocēt from sinne?

Delite not in slepe, leaste thou come to po∣uertie.

Take his garmente that is suerty for a straun∣ger, and take a pledge of him for the vnknowen mannes sake.

To him that custometh flatering lyppes, ioyne not thy selfe.

Whoso curseth his father and mother, his light shalbe put out in the myddest of darkenesse.

The heritage that commeth to hastelye at the fyrst, shall not be praysed at the ende.

It is a snare for a man to deuoure that whicht is holy, and after the vowe to turne to thyne own vse the thyng thou hast vowed.

Mercye and faythfulnes preserue the kynge, and with louyng kyndnes his seate is holden.

The .xxi. Chapter.

THe Kynges hart is in the hande of the lord, lyke as are the ryuers of water: He maye turne it whithersoeuer he wyll.

To do righteousnes and iudgemente is more acceptable to the lorde, then sacrifice.

Whoso stoppeth his cares at the crying of the poore, he shall crye hymselfe and not be hearde.

He that hath pleasure in banchettes, shalbe a poore man.

Whoso deliteth in wyne and delicates, shal not be ryche.

It is better to dwell in the wyldernesse, then with a chydynge and angry woman.

Whoso kepethe his mouthe and his tongue, the same kepeth his soule from troubles.

The horse is prepared agaynste the daye of battayle, but the lorde geueth victory.

The .xxii. Chapter.

THe ende of lowlinesse and the feare of god, is riches, honoure, prosperitie and healthe.

Teache ackylde in his youthe what waye he shoulde go, for he shall not leaue it when he is olde.

Whoso doeth a poore man wrong to encrease his owne ryches, and geuethe vnto the ryche to please hym, at the laste commethe to pouertie hymselfe.

The .xxiii. Chapter.

TAke not ouer greate trauayle and laboure to be ryche, beware of suche a purpose:

Why wylte thou sette thyns eye vpon the thynge, whyche sodeynelye vanishethe awaye: for ry∣ches make themselues wynges, and take theyr flyght lyke an Egle into the ayer.

Kepe no companye with wyne bybbers and ryotous eaters of fleshe, for suche as be droun∣kardes and ryotous shall come to pouertie, and he that is geuen to muche slepe, shall go with a ragged coate.

Who hathe woo? who hath sorowe, who hath strife? who hath braulynge? and who hath woun∣des without a cause? or who hath redde eyes? e∣uen they that be euer at the wyne, and seeke ex∣cesse. Loke not thou vpon the wyne, howe redde it is, and what a coloure it geueth in the glasse, it goeth downe softlye, but at the laste it byteth like a serpent, and stingeth as an adder.

My sonne thou eatest hony and the swete ho∣nye combe, because it is good and sweete in thy mouth: euen so shall knowledge of wysdome be vnto thy soule, assone as thou hast gotten it.

A iuste man falleth seuen tymes, and ryseth

vp agayne: but the vngodly fall into wickednes.

Reioyse not thou at the fall of thyne enemye, and let not thyne hearte be gladde when he stom∣bleth, leste the Lorde (when he seeth it) be angrye and turne his wrath from hym vnto the.

The .xxv. Chapter.

PUt not forth thy selfe in the presence of the kynge, and prese not into the places of great men: Better it is that it be sayde vnto the, come vp hether, then thou to be put lower in the pre∣sence of the prince whome thou seest with thyne eyes.

Withdrawe thy foote from thy neighboures house, lest he be wery of the, and so abhorre thee.

Yf thyne enemy honger, fede hym, yf he thyrst gyue hym drynke, for so shalt thou heape coa∣les of fyrste vpon hys heade, and the lord shal re∣warde the.

Lyke as it is not good to eate to moche hony, euen so he that wyll searche out hye thynges, it shalbe to heuy for hym.

The .xxvi. Chapter.

Geue not the foole an aunswere after his foo∣lishnes, leaste thou become lyke vnto hym, but make the foole an answere to his foolishnes, lesse he be wyse in his owne conceyte.

The .xxvii. Chapter.

LEt a nother man prayse thee, and not thyne owne mouth, yes, other mennes lippes, and not thyne.

An open rebuke is better then a secrete loue.

Better is a frende at hande, then a brother farre of.

The .xxviii. Chapter.

HE that by vsury and vniuste gaynes gathe∣reth ryches, he shall laye them in store for a man that wyll pitie the poore.

He that turneth awaye his eare from hearyng the lawe, his prayer shall be abhominable.

He that hydeth his synnes, shall not prosper but whoso knowlegeth them, and forsaketh them shall haue mercye.

Lyke as a roarynge Lyon, and an hungrye beare, euen so is an vngodly prince ouer the poore people.

Where the prince is without vnderstanding, there is greate oppression and wronge, but yf he be suche a one as hateth couetousnesse, he shall longe raygne.

He that maketh to muche haste to be ryche, shall not be vngylty.

He that geueth vnto the poore, shall not lacke, but he that turneth away his eyes from suche as be in necessitie, shal suffre great pouertie himself.

The .xxix. Chapter.

WYth true iudgement the kynge setteth vp the lande, but yf he be a mā that oppresseth the people with gatheringes, he turueth it vpside downe.

When the vngodly come vp, wickednes en∣creaseth, but the righteous shall se theyr fall.

When the worde of god is not preached, the people perishe.

He that delicately bryngeth vp his seruaunt frō a chylde, shall make hym his mayster at length.

The .xxx. Chapter.

AL the wordes of god be pure and cleane.

Put thou nothyng vnto hys wordes, leaste he reproue thee, and thou be founde a lyar.

Remoue fro me vanitie and lyes, geue me nei∣ther pouertie, nor ryches, onelye graunte me a necessarye liuyng, least yf I be full, I denye the, and saye, who is the Lorde. And leaste I beynge constrayned thorowe pouertie fall vnto stelynge,

and take the name of my Lorde god in vayne.

There be three thynges that are neuer satis∣fyed, yea foure thynges sayeth neuer whoo. The graue, a womans wombe closed, and the earthe that hath neuer water ynough. As for fyre it sayth neuer whoo.

There be three thynges to hye for me, and as for the fourth that passeth my knowlege.

The waye of an Egle in the ayer, the waye of a serpent ouer a stone, the waye of a shippe in the sea, and the waye of a man with a yonge wo∣man.

Thorowe thre thynges the earthe is disquie∣eted, and the fourth maye it not beare. Thorowe a seruaunt that beareth rule. Thorowe a foole that hath to muche breade. Thorow a wyfe wor∣thy hatred when she is maryed. And thorowe an handemayden, that is heyre to her maystres.

The .xxxi. Chapter.

O My beloued sōne, geue not ouer thy strēgth and wayes vnto women: whiche are the de∣siruction euen of kynges.

O ••amuel, it is not for kynges, it is not (I say) for kynges to drinke wyne, nor princes stronge drinke (for there is no secrete where dronkennes raygneth,) leste they beyng dronken forgette the lawe, and peruerte the iudgemente of all poore mennes chyldren. Geue strong drinke vnto suche as are condempned to death, and wine vnto those that mourne, that they maye drynke it, and forget their miserye and aduersitie as for fauoure, it is discretefull, and beautie is a vayne thynge.