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[Here art thou warned of suretishyp]
Argumentum. Chap. vi.
Here art thou warned of suretishyp,and slouthfulnes to fle
Of doctrine false beware the sleyghte,
and fle adulterye.
My
sonne yf thou a suretye be,
or promyse for thy frende
Thou haste thy hande so fastened
it wyl not be vntwind
And boūd yu art in thine owne wordes
as fast as thou mayste be
And takē art in thine owne speache,
tyll he acquytethe the
Discharge thy self for thou art come
into thy neighbours dette
Seke then al meanes, and se yf thou
thy neyghbour canste entreate
Refraine thine eies frō to much slepe
and to thy selfe beware
As doth ye doo the bloudy hoūdes,
or byrde the fowlers snare
The little ant (thou slouthful man)
to thyne example take
And learne of her for to be wyse,
and purueyaunce to make
For where she hath no gouernour,
nor maister her to learne
Nor wytty king vnder whose rule,
wel holden is the sterne
Yet nature doth in her thys worke
wythout any other gyde
In somer tyme wyth busy care,
for wynter to prouyde
How lōg wilt ye (oh slougishe man)
in ydlenes remayne
And geue the whole to rest & slepe,
and slackest to take paine
Go to, go to, slepe hardely,
and slumbre oute thy fyll
With folded armes lye down to rest
and take thou thyne owne wyl
As one that iourneth by the waye,
so pouertye shall come
And also lyke a weaponed man
on the shall fiercely ronne
But yf thou be industrious
and well thy labour plye
Thyne heruest shal be plentiful
and yelde abundauntly
And as the ryuers greate and depe,
encrease by rage of raygne
So shall thy barnes be stuffed full,
of corne, and eke of grayne
And thou shall stand nothing at all,
in feare of any lacke
The woful bagge of beggerye
shal neuer greue thy backe
A wycked man, and he that is
replenished wyth gyle
Doeth alwaye seke maliciouslye,
wyth lyes the to bewyle
He serueth to none vse at all,
he flereth wyth hys eyes
And wyth hys fyngers meneth craft
and geues hym selfe to lyes
And he doeth alwayes exercyse,
some mischiefe for hys parte
And causer is of moche discorde,
throughe malice of hys herte
Wyth haste therfore remedeies
some yll shall on hym fall
From hym hys lyfe shall taken be,
when he thynkes least of all
Sixe thīges ther be on erth (my son)
whych god doeth hate full sore
The seuenth aboue the other syxe
the lorde doeth moste abhore
A proude disdaynfull loke the lorde,
doeth vtterly refuse
A lying tongue wyth fyled wordes,
deceytfully doth vse
The hurtful handes whych hast do make
the giltles bloud to spyl
And can not els them selues refrayn
tyll they haue done some yll
An hart that doth his euyll thoughtes
to thys onely employe
Which way to worke most wyckednes
and other men to noye
The fete also whych ready be
greate synnes for to committe
And in one place can neuer stande
tyll they some mischiefe hitte
A wytnes false that doth hys lippes
deceytfully applye
And couertly his neyghbour greue,
wyth some new forged lye
The sower of discorde is worse,
when brethren doth agree
And he that doth cause louing frendes
great enemies for to be
But thou my sonne, my counsels all
print sure into thyne harte
Do not forsake thy mothers lawe
nor laye the same aparte
Commende them to thy memorie
bynde them thy necke aboute
And wher thou goest, lede thē wt thē
then slepe and haue no doute
And whē thou wakest out of thy slepe
in them se thou delyght
For my preceptes a lanterne are,
and to thy fete a lyghte
In which thou mayst without peril
passe safely on thy waye
For nurtoure is yf thou it take
to lyfe a ready staye
The same shal the preserue also
from her that lyueth amys
And also from the harlots tongue,
whych so deceytfull is
Let not her beautye the enflame,
her beckes are very hokes
To catche thyne hert into her snare,
through her deceytful workes
To bring a man to begge his bread,
it is an harlots guyse
But for the lyfe of honestye
the godly doeth deuyse
Maye any man the flamynge fyre,
in hys bare bosome bringe
But that it shall hys clothes burne,
and cause hys fleshe to wringe?
Or may a man on redde hote coles
barefote passe on hys waye
And yet the same hym neuer greue?
no, no, I dare well saye
Euen so I thincke that the same mā
that doth an harlotte see
And vseth hym to touche her oft
vngyltye can not be
The thefe is not despysed of all
that steales for very nede
His gredy wombe, & hongry guttes
in hongre for to fede
The vtmoost is, yf he be founde,
seuen tymes to yelde agayne
Or els to make amendes wythall,
hys goodes that do remayne
But yf thou be in whoredom foūde
wyth any neyghbours wyfe
Thou playest the fole, for that doth bring
destruction on thy lyfe
Thou gettest thy selfe rebuke & shame
wherof none can the rydde
Dishonour eke thou purchasest,
whych neuer shal be hydde
For why? her husbādes wrathful ire
entreated can not be
Though yu geue gyftes, amendes to make
as moch as is in the.
or promyse for thy frende
Thou haste thy hande so fastened
it wyl not be vntwind
And boūd yu art in thine owne wordes
as fast as thou mayste be
And takē art in thine owne speache,
tyll he acquytethe the
into thy neighbours dette
Seke then al meanes, and se yf thou
thy neyghbour canste entreate
Refraine thine eies frō to much slepe
and to thy selfe beware
As doth ye doo the bloudy hoūdes,
or byrde the fowlers snare
The little ant (thou slouthful man)
to thyne example take
And learne of her for to be wyse,
and purueyaunce to make
For where she hath no gouernour,
nor maister her to learne
Nor wytty king vnder whose rule,
wel holden is the sterne
Yet nature doth in her thys worke
wythout any other gyde
In somer tyme wyth busy care,
for wynter to prouyde
How lōg wilt ye (oh slougishe man)
in ydlenes remayne
And geue the whole to rest & slepe,
and slackest to take paine
and slumbre oute thy fyll
With folded armes lye down to rest
and take thou thyne owne wyl
As one that iourneth by the waye,
so pouertye shall come
And also lyke a weaponed man
on the shall fiercely ronne
But yf thou be industrious
and well thy labour plye
Thyne heruest shal be plentiful
and yelde abundauntly
And as the ryuers greate and depe,
encrease by rage of raygne
So shall thy barnes be stuffed full,
of corne, and eke of grayne
And thou shall stand nothing at all,
in feare of any lacke
The woful bagge of beggerye
shal neuer greue thy backe
A wycked man, and he that is
replenished wyth gyle
Doeth alwaye seke maliciouslye,
wyth lyes the to bewyle
he flereth wyth hys eyes
And wyth hys fyngers meneth craft
and geues hym selfe to lyes
And he doeth alwayes exercyse,
some mischiefe for hys parte
And causer is of moche discorde,
throughe malice of hys herte
Wyth haste therfore remedeies
some yll shall on hym fall
From hym hys lyfe shall taken be,
when he thynkes least of all
Sixe thīges ther be on erth (my son)
whych god doeth hate full sore
The seuenth aboue the other syxe
the lorde doeth moste abhore
A proude disdaynfull loke the lorde,
doeth vtterly refuse
A lying tongue wyth fyled wordes,
deceytfully doth vse
The hurtful handes whych hast do make
the giltles bloud to spyl
And can not els them selues refrayn
tyll they haue done some yll
to thys onely employe
Which way to worke most wyckednes
and other men to noye
The fete also whych ready be
greate synnes for to committe
And in one place can neuer stande
tyll they some mischiefe hitte
A wytnes false that doth hys lippes
deceytfully applye
And couertly his neyghbour greue,
wyth some new forged lye
The sower of discorde is worse,
when brethren doth agree
And he that doth cause louing frendes
great enemies for to be
But thou my sonne, my counsels all
print sure into thyne harte
Do not forsake thy mothers lawe
nor laye the same aparte
Commende them to thy memorie
bynde them thy necke aboute
And wher thou goest, lede thē wt thē
then slepe and haue no doute
in them se thou delyght
For my preceptes a lanterne are,
and to thy fete a lyghte
In which thou mayst without peril
passe safely on thy waye
For nurtoure is yf thou it take
to lyfe a ready staye
The same shal the preserue also
from her that lyueth amys
And also from the harlots tongue,
whych so deceytfull is
Let not her beautye the enflame,
her beckes are very hokes
To catche thyne hert into her snare,
through her deceytful workes
To bring a man to begge his bread,
it is an harlots guyse
But for the lyfe of honestye
the godly doeth deuyse
Maye any man the flamynge fyre,
in hys bare bosome bringe
But that it shall hys clothes burne,
and cause hys fleshe to wringe?
barefote passe on hys waye
And yet the same hym neuer greue?
no, no, I dare well saye
Euen so I thincke that the same mā
that doth an harlotte see
And vseth hym to touche her oft
vngyltye can not be
The thefe is not despysed of all
that steales for very nede
His gredy wombe, & hongry guttes
in hongre for to fede
The vtmoost is, yf he be founde,
seuen tymes to yelde agayne
Or els to make amendes wythall,
hys goodes that do remayne
But yf thou be in whoredom foūde
wyth any neyghbours wyfe
Thou playest the fole, for that doth bring
destruction on thy lyfe
Thou gettest thy selfe rebuke & shame
wherof none can the rydde
Dishonour eke thou purchasest,
whych neuer shal be hydde
entreated can not be
Though yu geue gyftes, amendes to make
as moch as is in the.
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