The .xli. Chapter.
O Death how bytter is the remembraunce of thee, to a man that seketh rest and comfort in his substaunce and riches, vnto the man that hath nothyng to vexe hym, and that hathe prosperitie in all thynges, yea vnto hym yt yet is able to re∣ceyue meate.
O Death how acceptable & good is thy iudge¦ment vnto the nedeful, & vnto hym whose strēgth fayleth, and that is nowe in the laste age, and that all thynges is full of care and fearefulnesse, vnto hym also that is in despayre, and hath no hope, nor patience?
Labour to get the a good name; for that shal continue surer by thee, then a thousande greate treasures of golde.
Be ashamed to looke vpon another mannes wyfe, and to make any tryflyng wordes wyth her mayden, or to stande by her bedsyde.