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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| i. | [The wysdom of the Lord our God] |
| ii. |
| iii. |
| iiii. |
| v. |
| vi. |
| vii. |
| ix. |
| x. |
| xi. |
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[The wysdom of the Lord our God]
Argumentum. Cha. i.
The wysdom of the Lord our God,doth call vpon vs styll
That we fle farre from wycked men,
and folow not their wyll.
My
sonne thy father harke vnto
& to his lore enclyne
Forsake thou not thy mothers law
but sure let it be thyne
For that shal cause grace plentifull,
to lyght vpon thyne heade
And on the necke shalbe a chayne,
and stande the in good steade
Therfore (my sōne) take thou good hede
whē sinners do the tempte
For though that they do the entyce,
to them do not consente
Yf they shall saye, come thou wt vs,
let vs laye wayte for bloude
And causeles kyll the innocent,
and spoyle them of their good.
Let vs them swallow quycke and hole
let vs deuoure them al:
As those that slyde into a pyt,
so shall they take their fall.
And we shal costely ryches fynde,
to do therwyth our wyll:
And wt the spoyles that we shal get
we may our houses fyll.
Cast in thy lotte amonge vs now,
a man yf that thou arte:
And thē we wyl haue all one purse,
and thou shalte haue thy part.
But walk thou not wt thē (my sōne)
theyr pathes do thou refrayne:
Their fete are hasty bloude to shede
al yll they do retayne.
But al in vayne the nette is layde,
before the byrdes eyes:
Yet one an others bloude to spyl,
much yll they do deuise.
And thei thēselues their own deare bloud
this way do hurt and noye:
And theyr owne soules do quite depriue
of al eternal ioye.
This is the way of gredy men
and thys is al theyr feate:
For to beryue his brothers lyfe:
his ryches for to gette
Without therfore doth wysdō cal,
& putteth forth her voyce
Behold for in the open streates,
to you she maketh noyse
She calleth before the multytude,
that al men may her know
And in the towne gates openly,
her wordes she doth nowe shewe
Oh folysh men and fonde saith she,
how longe wyl ye delyte
In folysshe schole? and ye vnwyse,
to wysdom beare suche spyte
Oh turne to my correction,
I wyl my mynde expresse
And I wyll make you vnderstand,
my wordes both more and lesse
Sence then that I haue called you,
and ye refuse my name
And haue put forth mine hand also,
and ye forsake the same
And al my counsels ye haue hadde,
in mockynge and despite
And also my correction,
haue set at naught and lyght
Therfore wyll I laughe ioyfully,
in your destruction
And mock you whan the plage you feare
shal iustly on you come
And whā that whych you feare so much
ful sodaynly doeth fal
And troubles and great heuines,
shal come vpon yon all
Thē when you do vpon me craue,
I wyl not heare your minde
Though you seke me, & that earely
yet shal you not me fynde
And why? I say because that you,
my knowledge so abhorde
And cast away against my wyll,
the feare of god the Lorde
I sayd before they dyd refuse,
my counsels euery one
And dyd not cease, for to despyse,
my good correction
To eate the frute of their own way
the lord shal them constrayne
With the deuice he shal them fyll,
of theyr insensate brayne
And for the fal of the vnwyse,
he shal them slaye anon
And eke the wealth of foles shalbe,
theyr owne confusyon
But who to me that geueth eare,
shal dwell safely I saye
And haue ynough, & nede not feare
by nyght, nor yet by daye.
& to his lore enclyne
Forsake thou not thy mothers law
but sure let it be thyne
For that shal cause grace plentifull,
to lyght vpon thyne heade
And on the necke shalbe a chayne,
and stande the in good steade
Therfore (my sōne) take thou good hede
whē sinners do the tempte
For though that they do the entyce,
to them do not consente
Yf they shall saye, come thou wt vs,
let vs laye wayte for bloude
and spoyle them of their good.
Let vs them swallow quycke and hole
let vs deuoure them al:
As those that slyde into a pyt,
so shall they take their fall.
And we shal costely ryches fynde,
to do therwyth our wyll:
And wt the spoyles that we shal get
we may our houses fyll.
Cast in thy lotte amonge vs now,
a man yf that thou arte:
And thē we wyl haue all one purse,
and thou shalte haue thy part.
But walk thou not wt thē (my sōne)
theyr pathes do thou refrayne:
Their fete are hasty bloude to shede
al yll they do retayne.
But al in vayne the nette is layde,
before the byrdes eyes:
Yet one an others bloude to spyl,
much yll they do deuise.
And thei thēselues their own deare bloud
this way do hurt and noye:
of al eternal ioye.
This is the way of gredy men
and thys is al theyr feate:
For to beryue his brothers lyfe:
his ryches for to gette
Without therfore doth wysdō cal,
& putteth forth her voyce
Behold for in the open streates,
to you she maketh noyse
She calleth before the multytude,
that al men may her know
And in the towne gates openly,
her wordes she doth nowe shewe
Oh folysh men and fonde saith she,
how longe wyl ye delyte
In folysshe schole? and ye vnwyse,
to wysdom beare suche spyte
Oh turne to my correction,
I wyl my mynde expresse
And I wyll make you vnderstand,
my wordes both more and lesse
Sence then that I haue called you,
and ye refuse my name
and ye forsake the same
And al my counsels ye haue hadde,
in mockynge and despite
And also my correction,
haue set at naught and lyght
Therfore wyll I laughe ioyfully,
in your destruction
And mock you whan the plage you feare
shal iustly on you come
And whā that whych you feare so much
ful sodaynly doeth fal
And troubles and great heuines,
shal come vpon yon all
Thē when you do vpon me craue,
I wyl not heare your minde
Though you seke me, & that earely
yet shal you not me fynde
And why? I say because that you,
my knowledge so abhorde
And cast away against my wyll,
the feare of god the Lorde
I sayd before they dyd refuse,
my counsels euery one
my good correction
To eate the frute of their own way
the lord shal them constrayne
With the deuice he shal them fyll,
of theyr insensate brayne
And for the fal of the vnwyse,
he shal them slaye anon
And eke the wealth of foles shalbe,
theyr owne confusyon
But who to me that geueth eare,
shal dwell safely I saye
And haue ynough, & nede not feare
by nyght, nor yet by daye.
| Certayn chapters take[n] out of the Proverbs of Salomo[n] | |