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[Sure trust in God ought all men to haue]
Argumentum. Cha. iii.
Sure trust in God ought all men to haueand not in theyr owne brayne
The wycked man thou shalte not feare,
ne yet the skorner vayne.
My
sōne, forget not thou my law
but haue it styl in syghte
And let thine hart obserue my wordes
so shalt thou walke aryght
For sure they shal prolōg thy dayes
thy yeres, and lyfe also
And bryng the peace and quietnes,
and rydde the out of wo
Let mercy nor yet faythfulnes,
henceforth from the departe
Bind thē about thy necke (my sōne)
and write them in thyne harte
And so shalt thou great fauor win,
of god and eke of men
In vnderstandyng perfectlye,
expert thou shalt be then
With al thine hart to god the lord
put confidence and trust
And leaue thou not in anye wyse,
to thyne owne wyt and luste
In al thy wayes haue thou respect
vnto the lyuing lorde
He shal thy doinges order wel
accordinge to his worde
Be not to wise in thy conceite,
but feare god in thine harte
In hast also from wickednes,
endeuoure to departe
So shal thy nauyl styll (my sonne)
continue hole and sounde
Thy bones also and bodye shall,
wyth lyuely strength abound
Honour the lorde, and to hym geue
the best of thy substaunce
And the fyrst frutes of thine encrease
hys glory to aduaunce
So shal thy barnes be fylled ful,
and that wyth plentuousnes
Thy presses all shal ouerflowe,
wyth wyne of great swetenes
The bitter scorge of God the Lord,
(my sonne) do not despyse
And when thou art rebukte of hym,
faynt not in any wyse
For loke whō ye the lorde doth loue,
hys rodde shall on hym lyght
Euē as the father whypes his sōne,
to know hym self a ryght
Yet doth the Lorde neuertheles,
loue hys afflicted styll
Euen as the father doth hys chylde,
when he hath bete hys fyll
Full well is he therfore I saye,
the which doth wysdom fynde
And vnderstanding to obteyne,
doth sette hys harte and mynde
For marchaūdice ther is none soch,
through out the worlde so rounde
There is no syluer nor yet golde,
wherin soch welth is founde
More worth thē al the gold on erth
let wysdom be to the
To hyr al thynge thou canst desyre,
compared maye not be.
On her ryght hand attendaunt is
longe lyfe, wyth coloure grene
And honour stādes on her left hand,
wyth ryches well besene
Her wayes also right pleasaunt are
whych pleasure doth not cease
Her pathes lykewyse ar nothing els
but vnitie and peace
She is a tree of lyfe to them,
that laye holde on her ryght
And blessed ar thei that kepe her fast
wyth all theyr power and myght
In wysdom eke the lyuinge Lorde
ful wel the earth dyd founde
And wt his worde ye heauēs he made
the earth to compasse rounde
And through the wysdō of the lord
the waters brake vp al
The cloudes also power downe the rayne
that on the erth doth fal
My son, let not these thinges depart
at no tyme from thyne eyes
But kepe my lawe and counsels all,
by the in any wyse
So shall it be eternall lyfe,
thy soule for to embrace
Thy mouth shall be replenished
wyth vertue and wyth grace
Thē shalte yu be right sure to walke
full boldely in the waye
Thy fete shall neuer slyppe from the
by nyght, nor yet by daye
Yf thou doest slepe at any tyme
thou nedest not be afrayed
But swetely slepe, and take thy rest,
for god wyl be thyne ayde
And thoughe that the vngodly men,
rushe in with vyolence
Thou shalt nor be afrayed at all,
for God is thy defence
The Lord wyl stād fast by thy syde,
and helpe the at thy nede
And kepe the safe, and suffer not,
thyne enemyes to procede
And soche as woulde to other men,
do good wyth all theyr harte
And haue therto sufficient,
to lette is not thy parte
And yf thy selfe thou able be,
thy neyghbour to releue
Helpe him wt soch as thou maist spare,
and gladly to him geue
Refuse not to do good to them,
to whom it dothe belonge
Whyle that thy ryght hand able is,
to do it them amonge
And yf thy frende do aske of the,
saye not, gette thou thy waye
To morowe come agayne to me,
or els some other daye
And thē wil I geue it ye (thou sayest)
where as thou mayste it nowe
Euen out of hand, and yf thou wilt,
thys God dothe not alowe
Intēde not to thy neyghbours hurt
where he no harme hath mente
And wher to lyue in reste and peace,
he settes hys whole entente
Stryue not (my sonne) with any mā,
where as he doeth no woo
Nor folowe thou the vniuste man,
but hye the faste hym froo
For why? the waye of scorners all,
the Lorde doth cleane deteste:
And for to talke wyth symple men,
the Lorde is pleased beste
Great scarcytie the Lord doth send
where wycked men abyde
But he doth blesse the godly men,
and shall for them prouyde
The lord shal laugh at skorneful mē
and mocke them to theyr face
But to the lowly he wyll geue
hys goodnes and hys grace
The wyse wyth theyr possessions,
in honour shall remayne
But shame is the promotion,
that folyshe men obtayne.
but haue it styl in syghte
And let thine hart obserue my wordes
so shalt thou walke aryght
For sure they shal prolōg thy dayes
thy yeres, and lyfe also
And bryng the peace and quietnes,
and rydde the out of wo
Let mercy nor yet faythfulnes,
henceforth from the departe
and write them in thyne harte
And so shalt thou great fauor win,
of god and eke of men
In vnderstandyng perfectlye,
expert thou shalt be then
With al thine hart to god the lord
put confidence and trust
And leaue thou not in anye wyse,
to thyne owne wyt and luste
In al thy wayes haue thou respect
vnto the lyuing lorde
He shal thy doinges order wel
accordinge to his worde
Be not to wise in thy conceite,
but feare god in thine harte
In hast also from wickednes,
endeuoure to departe
So shal thy nauyl styll (my sonne)
continue hole and sounde
Thy bones also and bodye shall,
wyth lyuely strength abound
Honour the lorde, and to hym geue
the best of thy substaunce
hys glory to aduaunce
So shal thy barnes be fylled ful,
and that wyth plentuousnes
Thy presses all shal ouerflowe,
wyth wyne of great swetenes
The bitter scorge of God the Lord,
(my sonne) do not despyse
And when thou art rebukte of hym,
faynt not in any wyse
For loke whō ye the lorde doth loue,
hys rodde shall on hym lyght
Euē as the father whypes his sōne,
to know hym self a ryght
Yet doth the Lorde neuertheles,
loue hys afflicted styll
Euen as the father doth hys chylde,
when he hath bete hys fyll
Full well is he therfore I saye,
the which doth wysdom fynde
And vnderstanding to obteyne,
doth sette hys harte and mynde
For marchaūdice ther is none soch,
through out the worlde so rounde
wherin soch welth is founde
More worth thē al the gold on erth
let wysdom be to the
To hyr al thynge thou canst desyre,
compared maye not be.
On her ryght hand attendaunt is
longe lyfe, wyth coloure grene
And honour stādes on her left hand,
wyth ryches well besene
Her wayes also right pleasaunt are
whych pleasure doth not cease
Her pathes lykewyse ar nothing els
but vnitie and peace
She is a tree of lyfe to them,
that laye holde on her ryght
And blessed ar thei that kepe her fast
wyth all theyr power and myght
In wysdom eke the lyuinge Lorde
ful wel the earth dyd founde
And wt his worde ye heauēs he made
the earth to compasse rounde
And through the wysdō of the lord
the waters brake vp al
that on the erth doth fal
My son, let not these thinges depart
at no tyme from thyne eyes
But kepe my lawe and counsels all,
by the in any wyse
So shall it be eternall lyfe,
thy soule for to embrace
Thy mouth shall be replenished
wyth vertue and wyth grace
Thē shalte yu be right sure to walke
full boldely in the waye
Thy fete shall neuer slyppe from the
by nyght, nor yet by daye
Yf thou doest slepe at any tyme
thou nedest not be afrayed
But swetely slepe, and take thy rest,
for god wyl be thyne ayde
And thoughe that the vngodly men,
rushe in with vyolence
Thou shalt nor be afrayed at all,
for God is thy defence
The Lord wyl stād fast by thy syde,
and helpe the at thy nede
thyne enemyes to procede
And soche as woulde to other men,
do good wyth all theyr harte
And haue therto sufficient,
to lette is not thy parte
And yf thy selfe thou able be,
thy neyghbour to releue
Helpe him wt soch as thou maist spare,
and gladly to him geue
Refuse not to do good to them,
to whom it dothe belonge
Whyle that thy ryght hand able is,
to do it them amonge
And yf thy frende do aske of the,
saye not, gette thou thy waye
To morowe come agayne to me,
or els some other daye
And thē wil I geue it ye (thou sayest)
where as thou mayste it nowe
Euen out of hand, and yf thou wilt,
thys God dothe not alowe
Intēde not to thy neyghbours hurt
where he no harme hath mente
he settes hys whole entente
Stryue not (my sonne) with any mā,
where as he doeth no woo
Nor folowe thou the vniuste man,
but hye the faste hym froo
For why? the waye of scorners all,
the Lorde doth cleane deteste:
And for to talke wyth symple men,
the Lorde is pleased beste
Great scarcytie the Lord doth send
where wycked men abyde
But he doth blesse the godly men,
and shall for them prouyde
The lord shal laugh at skorneful mē
and mocke them to theyr face
But to the lowly he wyll geue
hys goodnes and hys grace
The wyse wyth theyr possessions,
in honour shall remayne
But shame is the promotion,
that folyshe men obtayne.
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