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| x. | [The wyse man wyth the folyshe man] |
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[The wyse man wyth the folyshe man]
Argumen. Chap. x.
The wyse man wyth the folyshe manis here compared playne
The feare of God commended is
and lyuing gotte wyth payne
The
wyse sonne doeth his father fyl
wt gladnes & wyth ioye
But the vnwyse wyth sorow doeth
hys mother hurte and noye
And treasure gotten wyckedly
shall profyte the nothynge
But wysdom shal delyuer the
from death and from his stringe
The lorde wyll not hys holy ones
in honger to abyde
But the vngodly kepe he wyll
from theyr desyre full wyde
And ydle hand the thrifty man,
doth make both poore & bare
But yet the hande in labour quicke
the neady cryeth from care
The wyse man doeth in somer tyme,
hys fruytes laye vp in store
That he thereby in wynter colde
may helpe hym selfe the more
But who so that in haruest tyme
a slouggardes parte doth playe
A fole him sheweth and is compelde,
to begge another daye
With beauty deckt is the bright face
of euery ryghteous one
But past all shame the wicked are,
wyth theyr presumption
Of wysdom eke the memory
shall haue a good reporte
Euen so the name of wycked men
shall sone to shame resorte
A wyse man wyll admonished be
and that is sygne of grace
A foole wyl rather then he so do,
be stricken on the face
Who so that leadeth a gyltles lyfe,
doth walke awaye ryght sure
Yf thou treadest in the wycked trace
thou shewest thy selfe vnpure
The wicked man beware my sonne,
least he do the same harme
Out of the mouth of folyshe men,
all wyckednes doth frame
The righteous mouth doeth make moch peace
& is the wel of lyfe
The wycked mouth contrary wyse,
doth alwaye sturre vp stryfe
And enuy eke the mother is,
of cursed wordes and fell
But loue doth hyde full gentilly
the wordes not spoken well
The lyppes of thē that vnderstande
of wysdom haue no lacke
But the scourge doth onely belong,
vnto a folysh backe
Wyse mē doth good knowledge kepe,
more surer then theyr loud
But nygh to theyr destruction,
drawe folysh men and fonde
The richmans goodes ar his strōg holde,
wherin hys trust is all
Yf pouerty oppresse the poore,
the rych mans helpe is smal
The good is wont to neadye men,
part of hys goodes to geue
And of hys store hys neyghboures lack
with plenty to releue
But to bestowe in vanities,
the wycked do not cease
Such goodes as he shulde wel employ
vnto his neighbours ease
Take hede therfore and chastysmēt
receyue wyth al thyne hart
Yf thou refuse aduertisement,
thou playest a folyshe part
Dissemblyng lippes are very cause,
of hatred and despyte
A fole he is whych slaunderouslye,
his neyghbours fame doeth byte
Of many wordes and ydle talcke,
offences do aryse
But well is he that can refrayne,
hys tongue from tellyng lyes
The tongue whych is al innocente
a noble treasure is
The cruell harte of wycked men
delyght to do amys
The rightuous doeth wt their faire speach
a multitude enflame
For to embrace much godlynes
and to eschue all shame
And so lykewyse thee folysshe men,
are lyghtly caught in snare
Of their own wordes, & trapped fast
or they therof beware
The blessynge of the lorde onely,
of ryches sendeth store
The trauayle is the instrument
wherby he geueth more
Yf God do not encrease thy corne,
and blesse it wyth hys hande
Thē shalt thou labour but in vayne
in tyllynge of thy lande
A fole in vyce reioyceth styll,
for why, he doth not care
Yet neuertheles, I the aduise,
of suche one to beware
For at the last wyth myserye,
the wycked peryshe shall
When godly mē shal prospere wel,
and dreade nothyng at all
Ungodly men shall vanyshe quyte,
and neuer turne agayne
Moch like vnto an hurling sterme,
myxed wyth haile and rayne
The ryghtuous shal continue styll,
and hereof be ryght sure
In reste and peace of conscyence
for euer to endure
As vinegre good wt his sharpe taste
doth set on edge the tethe
And the thyck smoke vnto the eyes,
is cause of payne and griefe
A slouthful mā and sluggysh beast,
the good doth so offende
Whē they in vayne wold haue hym thryue
and he wyl not amend
The feare of god doth blesse ye good
and the yeres doth prolonge
As for the yeres of wycked men,
shal not continue longe
The good doeth byde in pacyence
and shalbe glad therfore
The wycked shal for al theyr haste,
peryshe for euermore
The waies of god doth courage geue
vnto al godly men
But suche as lyue in wyckednes,
greate feare doeth fynde in theym
The ryghtuous shal at no time fal,
but stedfastly shall stande
The wycked men shall dwel in lyfe,
no longe tyme on the land
The mouth also of godly men,
in wysdom doeth delyght
The lying tongues of froward mē,
agaynste the trouth doeth fyghte
The rightuous lyppes are occupied
in wysdomes talke onely
Ungodly men abuse their tongues,
in shame and blasphemy.
wt gladnes & wyth ioye
But the vnwyse wyth sorow doeth
hys mother hurte and noye
And treasure gotten wyckedly
shall profyte the nothynge
But wysdom shal delyuer the
from death and from his stringe
The lorde wyll not hys holy ones
in honger to abyde
from theyr desyre full wyde
And ydle hand the thrifty man,
doth make both poore & bare
But yet the hande in labour quicke
the neady cryeth from care
The wyse man doeth in somer tyme,
hys fruytes laye vp in store
That he thereby in wynter colde
may helpe hym selfe the more
But who so that in haruest tyme
a slouggardes parte doth playe
A fole him sheweth and is compelde,
to begge another daye
With beauty deckt is the bright face
of euery ryghteous one
But past all shame the wicked are,
wyth theyr presumption
Of wysdom eke the memory
shall haue a good reporte
Euen so the name of wycked men
shall sone to shame resorte
A wyse man wyll admonished be
and that is sygne of grace
be stricken on the face
Who so that leadeth a gyltles lyfe,
doth walke awaye ryght sure
Yf thou treadest in the wycked trace
thou shewest thy selfe vnpure
The wicked man beware my sonne,
least he do the same harme
Out of the mouth of folyshe men,
all wyckednes doth frame
The righteous mouth doeth make moch peace
& is the wel of lyfe
The wycked mouth contrary wyse,
doth alwaye sturre vp stryfe
And enuy eke the mother is,
of cursed wordes and fell
But loue doth hyde full gentilly
the wordes not spoken well
The lyppes of thē that vnderstande
of wysdom haue no lacke
But the scourge doth onely belong,
vnto a folysh backe
Wyse mē doth good knowledge kepe,
more surer then theyr loud
drawe folysh men and fonde
The richmans goodes ar his strōg holde,
wherin hys trust is all
Yf pouerty oppresse the poore,
the rych mans helpe is smal
The good is wont to neadye men,
part of hys goodes to geue
And of hys store hys neyghboures lack
with plenty to releue
But to bestowe in vanities,
the wycked do not cease
Such goodes as he shulde wel employ
vnto his neighbours ease
Take hede therfore and chastysmēt
receyue wyth al thyne hart
Yf thou refuse aduertisement,
thou playest a folyshe part
Dissemblyng lippes are very cause,
of hatred and despyte
A fole he is whych slaunderouslye,
his neyghbours fame doeth byte
Of many wordes and ydle talcke,
offences do aryse
hys tongue from tellyng lyes
The tongue whych is al innocente
a noble treasure is
The cruell harte of wycked men
delyght to do amys
The rightuous doeth wt their faire speach
a multitude enflame
For to embrace much godlynes
and to eschue all shame
And so lykewyse thee folysshe men,
are lyghtly caught in snare
Of their own wordes, & trapped fast
or they therof beware
The blessynge of the lorde onely,
of ryches sendeth store
The trauayle is the instrument
wherby he geueth more
Yf God do not encrease thy corne,
and blesse it wyth hys hande
Thē shalt thou labour but in vayne
in tyllynge of thy lande
A fole in vyce reioyceth styll,
for why, he doth not care
of suche one to beware
For at the last wyth myserye,
the wycked peryshe shall
When godly mē shal prospere wel,
and dreade nothyng at all
Ungodly men shall vanyshe quyte,
and neuer turne agayne
Moch like vnto an hurling sterme,
myxed wyth haile and rayne
The ryghtuous shal continue styll,
and hereof be ryght sure
In reste and peace of conscyence
for euer to endure
As vinegre good wt his sharpe taste
doth set on edge the tethe
And the thyck smoke vnto the eyes,
is cause of payne and griefe
A slouthful mā and sluggysh beast,
the good doth so offende
Whē they in vayne wold haue hym thryue
and he wyl not amend
The feare of god doth blesse ye good
and the yeres doth prolonge
shal not continue longe
The good doeth byde in pacyence
and shalbe glad therfore
The wycked shal for al theyr haste,
peryshe for euermore
The waies of god doth courage geue
vnto al godly men
But suche as lyue in wyckednes,
greate feare doeth fynde in theym
The ryghtuous shal at no time fal,
but stedfastly shall stande
The wycked men shall dwel in lyfe,
no longe tyme on the land
The mouth also of godly men,
in wysdom doeth delyght
The lying tongues of froward mē,
agaynste the trouth doeth fyghte
The rightuous lyppes are occupied
in wysdomes talke onely
Ungodly men abuse their tongues,
in shame and blasphemy.
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