 | The sayinges or proverbes of King Salomon |  |
The sayinges or prouerbes of king Salomon
/with the answers of Marcolphus
/trāslated out of frenche into englysshe.
He that wyll measure
Of all the sees the water
Is nat very sage.
Marcolphus.
He that holdeth in his honde
The faythe of an hore/as a good bonde
He is full of rage.
Salomon.
Caste a stone at an ape
Or a staffe/ if that he scape
The more wyll he mowe and moyle.
Marcolphus.
Gyue to a hoore her askynge
Outher late or in the mornynge
The more she wyll you dispoyle.
Salomon.
A house that in euery cornere
Letteth in wynde/sone burneth clere
Whan fyre therin taketh.
Marcolph.
A hoore that is gay
Is redy nowe and alway
Whan that she money seth.
Salomon.
Who so euer hath sycknesse
Is very ioyfull I gesse
Whan he with lyfe dothe scape.
Marcol.
He that a hoore byleueth
Nothynge with hym abydeth
Nouther mantell nor cape.
No man shall knowe or marke
A coler in the darke
Paynted on a spoone.
Marcol.
Nor a preuy hoore
Taken shall be at any houre
In doynge/by nyght or noone.
Salomon.
A conye hymselfe hydeth
And depely he ofte dyggeth
Yet at last is he take.
Marcol.
A hoore so moche plucketh
I man/and on hym laugheth
That she hym maketh leane as a rake.
Salomon.
At a Ouen mouthe/that is hot
That thynketh yerbes shuld growe for the pot
Of trouth he is begyled.
Marcol.
He that withouten fayle
Putteth his hande to a hores tayle
Shall haue it soone defyled
Salomon.
Charge vpon a beest
Money or leade in a chest
Whether/they nothyng care.
Marcol.
A hoore taketh no kepe
What man on her dothe leape
All is to her one fare.
A horse that his brydell hath on
He is redy anon
For to go on his waye.
Marcol.
A hoore clothed gayly
Is soone made redy
To begyn her ioye.
Salomon.
He that in his house as lefe
Cheryssheth a thefe
Shall receyue great domage.
Marcol.
He that an hoore kepeth to honoure
At thende he shall wepe and loure
Whan he knoweth her vsage.
Salomon.
A man so longe may chase
Through woddes and playne percase
That at last he shall be wery.
Marcol.
Many a hoore oft clotheth
And brede to her gyueth
That with other she is more mery.
Salomon.
The oxe of the villayne
His brede dothe often gayne
Wherwith he lyueth here.
Marcol.
He bosteth hym selfe in vayne
That thynketh a hoore certayne
To slee with his gere.
He that to a dogge sayth haue
He wyll anone his tayle waue
And than he hym fawneth.
Marcol.
He that to a hoore sayth holde
She byddeth hym be bolde
All is redy that he cōmaundeth
Salomon.
Men accompte them as wyse as fooles
That the burnynge coles
In their bosomes wyll hyde.
Marcol.
For a foole he is tolde
That wasteth all his golde
To clothe a hoores syde.
Salomon.
Stockfysshe is of valewe none
Except it be trewly layde vpon
And often tourned and beaten
Marcol.
A rybaude she is lost
If she be nat well beate and tost
And vnder fote troden.
Salomon.
The ape is a beest lothsom
And of a counterfayte fasshyon
It hath so shorte a tayle
Marcol.
So counterfayte is none parde
But by money haue shall he
Of a hoore his wyll without fayle.
The lytell cockerell
Eateth his meate well
In crowynge he nedeth no scole.
Marcol.
A hoore her selfe clotheth
And also she fedeth
With the money of a foole.
Salomon.
An asse in close kept fast
Ryseth vp in haste
Whan he seeth pasture.
Marcol.
He that a hoore for hym selfe kepeth
She often another in his sted taketh
Whan his money no lenger wyll endure.
Salomon.
The thorne in a hedge taketh
And the woll of plucketh
Of shepe and of mottons.
Marcol.
A hoore plucketh away
The money day by day
Of all maner companyons.
Salomon.
Mortalyte and great warre
Be exyled farre
Fro all maner of men.
Marcol.
For a hoore all myschefe
Mortalyte/warre and great grefe
Cōmeth soone agayne.
The fawcon is well loued
And of the fawconer well reclaymed
By his gentle deporte.
Marcol.
He that a hoore wyll leade
Thorough the sees/in tyme of nede
Shall neuer haue good porte.
Salomon.
He is a fole without fayle
And leseth his trauayle
That layeth a fox to slepe.
Marcol.
He is more foole for certayne
That perceyueth a hoore wolde parte fayne
And seketh meanes her styll to kepe.
Salomon.
The fowler there his net layeth
Where as he comonly seeth
Byrdes fede and rest.
Marcol.
A hoore foloweth that waye
Where as she seeth a pray
Of Rybawdes a great nest.
Finis.
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