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When the vngodly come vp, wickednesse increaseth: but the rightuous shall se their fall.

Where no prophet is, there the people perishe: but well is him that kepeth the lawe.

After pryde commeth a fall, but a lowly sprete bryngeth greate worshipe.

He that feareth men, shal haue a fall: but who so putteth his trust in the LORDE, shal come to honor.

Many there be that seke ye prynces fauoure, but euery mans iudgment commeth from the LORDE.

The rightuous abhorre the vngodly: but as for those that be in ye right waye, ye wicked hate them.

There be foure thinges in the earth, the which are very litle: but in wy?dome they exceade the wyse.

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.

There be thre thinges yt go stiffly, but the goinge of the fourth is the goodliest of all.

Many daughters there be yt gather riches together, but thou goest aboue the all.

As for fauor, it is disceatfull, and beutie is a vayne thinge: but a woman that feareth the LORDE, she is worthy to be praysed.

All is but vanite (saieth ye preacher) all is but playne vanite.

One generacio passeth awaye, another commeth, but the earth abydeth still.

Thus I haue considered all the thinges that come to passe vnder the Sone, & lo, they are all but vanite & vexacion of mynde.

for there vnto I applyed my mynde: yt I might knowe what were wy?dome & vnderstodinge, what were error & foolishnes. And I perceaued yt this also was but a vexacion of mynde:

The sayde I thus in my hert: Now go to, I wil take myne ease & haue good dayes. But lo, that was vanite also:

But whan I considered all the workes yt my handes had wrought, and all the labours that I had taken therin: lo, all was but vanite and vexacion of mynde, & nothinge of eny value vnder ye Sonne.

For a wyse man beareth his eyes aboute in his heade, but the foole goeth in the darknesse. I perceaued also that they both had one ende.

Then thought I in my mynde: Yf it happen vnto the foole as it doth vnto me, what nedeth me then to laboure eny more for wy?dome? So I confessed within my harte, that this also was but vanite.