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Who so robbeth his father and mother, and sayeth it is no synne: the same is like vnto a mortherer.

He that is of a proude stomacke, stereth vp strife: but he that putteth his trust in ye LORDE, shalbe well fedd.

He that trusteth in his owne hert, is a foole: but he that dealeth wisely, shalbe safe.

He that geueth vnto the poore, shal not wante: but he that turneth awaye his eyes from soch as be in necessite, shall suffre greate pouerte himself.

Who so loueth wy?dome, maketh his father a glad man: but he yt kepeth harlottes, spedeth awaye yt he hath.

Who so flatreth his neghbor, layeth a nette for his fete.

The synne of ye wicked is his owne snare, but ye righteous shal be glad and reioyse.

The bloudethyrstie hate the rightuous, but the iust seke his soule.

A foole poureth out his sprete alltogether, but a wyse man kepeth it in till afterwarde.

If a prynce delyte in lyes, all his seruauntes are vngodly.

The rodde and correccion mynistre wy?dome, but yf a childe be not loked vnto, he bryngeth his mother to shame.

He that delicately bryngeth vp his seruaunt from a childe, shal make him his master at length.

An angrie man stereth vp strife, and he that beareth euell wyll in his mynde, doth moch euell.

Who so kepeth company wt a thefe, hateth his owne soule: he heareth blasphemies, & telleth it not forth.

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

Who hath clymmed vp i to heauen? Who hath come downe from thence? Who hath holden ye wynde fast in his hade? Who hath coprehended ye waters in a garment? Who hath set all the endes of ye worlde? What is his name, or his sonnes name? Canst thou tell?

Put thou nothinge therfore vnto his wordes, lest he reproue the, and thou be founde as a lyar.

Accuse not a seruaunt vnto his master, lest he speake euell of the also, and thou be hurte.

He that bryngeth vp an euell reporte vpo the generacion of his father and mother, is not worthy to be commended.

Who so laugheth his father to scorne, and setteth his mothers commaudement at naught: the rauens pycke out his eyes in the valley, and deuoured be he of the yongle Aegles.