Certayn chapters take[n] out of the Proverbs of Salomo[n] wyth other chapters of the holy Scripture; & certayne Psalmes of David, translated into English metre, by Iohn Hall. Whych Proverbes of late were set forth, Imprinted and untruely entituled, to be thee doynges of Mayster Thomas Sternhold ... as by thys Copye it may be perceaved |
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| ix. | [From synfulnes the sonne of God] |
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[From synfulnes the sonne of God]
Argumentum. Chap. ix.
From synfulnes the sonne of Goddoth call both yonge and olde
And sheweth playne the wyckednes
of harlottes proude and bolde
The
wisdō highe of god aboue,
equall wyth hym in myght
Which frō the fyrst beginninge was
from heauen descended ryght
And here on earth the shape of man
disdayned not to take
Whych being done, vnto hym selfe,
a princely house dyd make
Wher ī were wrought of marble fyne
pillers both large & wyde,
The same therby that he might cause
for euer to abyde
And then anone great quantitie,
of vitayles dyd he slaye
With wholsom meates, & pure good wyne
hys table dyd he laye
And thē sent forth his hādmaydes al
and gaue them to theyr charge
To bydde al men vnto hys house,
whych was so fayre and large
And sayde also full louinglye,
yf any fole there be
Let hym resorte vnto my house
and come streyght vnto me
To synful men he spake lykewyse
resorte to me wyth spede
And of my bread eate you your fyll
prepared for your nede
And drinke the wyne before you syt,
and leaue your ignoraunce
Walke in the trace among the good
where wysdō leadeth the daunce
Yf thā thou doest the skorneful man
admonishe to repent
Thou doest nothinge but worcke in vayne
for he wyl not relent
Ne yet amende hys wycked lyfe
whereby he doth prouoke
The iuste and euerlastinge God
to plage hym wyth hys stroke
And in the same iniuriouse,
vnto thy selfe thou arte
And winneth hate: for thy good wil,
he setteth not a farte
But yf thou doeste, yea bitterlye,
rebuke hym that is wyse
He wyll the loue, and at no tyme
thy good counsel despyse
The wyse man dothe aduertisment,
alwaye turne to the beste
And by the same more ready is,
all vice for to deteste
For who so doth ye righteous teache
of thys thynge maye be sure
He wyl make hast learninge to win,
and therin wyll endure
The feare of God the first poynt is,
hys wysdom to obtayne
Of wysdom he shall neuer mysse
in whom gods feare doth raygne
To soche wyl god send ioyful dayes
and wyl theyr yeares encrease
And al theyr good wyl multiplye,
that they maye lyue in peace
The wyse man doth all yll escape
and nothinge doeth he lacke
The skorning men great synne doth beare
vpon hys woful backe
Of pratyng whores and impudent,
it is the wonnted guyse
Wyth flattering wordes & whorishe trickes
to tyce in the vnwyse
A shameles whore of godlynes,
doeth knowe nothinge at all
In open stretes she sytteth downe,
that men she maye ther call
As they do passe from place to place,
theyr busynes to do
Yf any man do want hys wytte,
let hym go her vnto
To whom she wyl not stycke to say,
and boldely to hym tell
The water that by stealthe is gotte,
all other doeth excell
And so lykewyse the stollen bread,
all thoughe the same be sowre
Moch sweter is then other bread,
at large whyle men deuoure
But in thyne harte my louing sonne
print this my sayinge well,
Who so by her is ouercome
descendeth vnto hell
And who that doth contrary wyse,
her wycked waye denye
Unto his soule winneth quietnes,
and saued shalbe therby.
equall wyth hym in myght
Which frō the fyrst beginninge was
from heauen descended ryght
And here on earth the shape of man
disdayned not to take
Whych being done, vnto hym selfe,
a princely house dyd make
Wher ī were wrought of marble fyne
pillers both large & wyde,
The same therby that he might cause
for euer to abyde
And then anone great quantitie,
of vitayles dyd he slaye
With wholsom meates, & pure good wyne
hys table dyd he laye
and gaue them to theyr charge
To bydde al men vnto hys house,
whych was so fayre and large
And sayde also full louinglye,
yf any fole there be
Let hym resorte vnto my house
and come streyght vnto me
To synful men he spake lykewyse
resorte to me wyth spede
And of my bread eate you your fyll
prepared for your nede
And drinke the wyne before you syt,
and leaue your ignoraunce
Walke in the trace among the good
where wysdō leadeth the daunce
Yf thā thou doest the skorneful man
admonishe to repent
Thou doest nothinge but worcke in vayne
for he wyl not relent
Ne yet amende hys wycked lyfe
whereby he doth prouoke
The iuste and euerlastinge God
to plage hym wyth hys stroke
vnto thy selfe thou arte
And winneth hate: for thy good wil,
he setteth not a farte
But yf thou doeste, yea bitterlye,
rebuke hym that is wyse
He wyll the loue, and at no tyme
thy good counsel despyse
The wyse man dothe aduertisment,
alwaye turne to the beste
And by the same more ready is,
all vice for to deteste
For who so doth ye righteous teache
of thys thynge maye be sure
He wyl make hast learninge to win,
and therin wyll endure
The feare of God the first poynt is,
hys wysdom to obtayne
Of wysdom he shall neuer mysse
in whom gods feare doth raygne
To soche wyl god send ioyful dayes
and wyl theyr yeares encrease
And al theyr good wyl multiplye,
that they maye lyue in peace
and nothinge doeth he lacke
The skorning men great synne doth beare
vpon hys woful backe
Of pratyng whores and impudent,
it is the wonnted guyse
Wyth flattering wordes & whorishe trickes
to tyce in the vnwyse
A shameles whore of godlynes,
doeth knowe nothinge at all
In open stretes she sytteth downe,
that men she maye ther call
As they do passe from place to place,
theyr busynes to do
Yf any man do want hys wytte,
let hym go her vnto
To whom she wyl not stycke to say,
and boldely to hym tell
The water that by stealthe is gotte,
all other doeth excell
And so lykewyse the stollen bread,
all thoughe the same be sowre
Moch sweter is then other bread,
at large whyle men deuoure
print this my sayinge well,
Who so by her is ouercome
descendeth vnto hell
And who that doth contrary wyse,
her wycked waye denye
Unto his soule winneth quietnes,
and saued shalbe therby.
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