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Some man geueth out his goodes, and is the richer, but ye nygarde (hauynge ynough) wil departe from nothinge, and yet is euer in pouerte.

for the ende is not yet come, and thy pacient abydinge shal not be in vayne.

Yee slepe on still a litle, slobre a litle, folde thine hodes together yet a litle:

Like as it is an vnsemely thige to haue legges & yet to halte, eue so is a parable in ye fooles mouth.

Though thou shuldest bray a foole wt a pestell in a morter like otemeell, yet wil not his foolishnesse go from him.

A seruaut wil not be the better for wordes, for though he vnderstonde, yet wil he not regarde them.

(for I neuerlerned wi?dome) yet haue I vnderstodinge & am wel enfourmed in godly thinges.

The Emmettes are but a weake people, yet gather they their meate together in ye haruest.

The conyes are but a feble folke, yet make they their couches amonge the rockes.

The greshoppers haue not a gyde, yet go they forth together by heapes.

All floudes runne in to the see, & yet the see is not fylled: for loke vnto what place the waters runne, thence they come agayne.

for who knoweth, whether he shalbe a wyse ma or a foole? And yet shal he be lorde of all my labours, which I with soch wy?dome haue taken vnder the Sonne. Is not this a vayne thinge?

for so moch as a man shulde weery him self with wy?dome, with vnderstondinge and opportunite, and yet be fayne to leaue his labours vnto another, yt neuer swett for them. This is also a vayne thinge and a greate misery.

I comoned wt myne owne herte also cocernynge the childre of men: how God hath chosen them, and yet letteth the apeare, as though they were beastes:

yee him that is yet vnborne to be better at ease the they both, because he seith not the miserable workes that are done vnder the Sonne.

Morouer, I turned me, and beholde yet another vanite vnder the Sonne.

There is one man, no mo but himself alone, hauynge nether childe ner brother: yet is there no ende of his carefull trauayle, his eyes can not be satisfied with riches, (yet doth he not remembre himself, & saye:) For whom do I take soch trauayle? For whose pleasure do I thus consume awaye my lyfe? This is also a vayne and miserable thinge.

As for the people that haue bene before him, and that come after him, they are innumerable: yet is not their ioye the greater thorow him. This is also a vayne thinge and a vexacion of mynde.

Yet is there a sore plage, which I haue sene vnder the Sonne (namely) riches kepte to the hurte of him yt hath them in possession.

There is yet a plage vnder ye Sonne, & it is a generall thinge amonge me: