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¹ Deed flyes yt corruppe swete oyntment & make it to styncke, are somthinge more worth then the wy?dome & honor of a foole.² A wyse mans hert is vpon the right hande, but a fooles hert is vpon the left.³ A dotinge foole thinketh, yt euery ma doth as foolishly as himself.

⁴ Yf a principall sprete be geue the to beare rule, be not negliget the in thine office: for so shal greate wickednesse be put downe, as it were wt a medecyne.⁵ Another plage is there, which I haue sene vnder the Sonne: namely, ye ignoraunce yt is comonly amonge prynces:⁶ in yt a foole sytteth in greate dignite, & the rich are sett downe beneth:⁷ I se seruauntes ryde vpon horses, & prynces goinge vpon their fete as it were seruauntes.⁸ But he yt dyggeth vp a pytt, shall fall therin himself: & who so breaketh downe the hedge, a serpent shal byte him.⁹ Who so remoueth stones, shall haue trauayle withall: and he that heweth wod, shalbe hurt therwith.¹⁰ When an yron is blont, and ye poynt not sharpened, it must be whett againe, and that with might: Euen so doth wi?dome folowe diligence.¹¹ A babler of his tonge is no better, then a serpent that styngeth without hyssynge.

¹² The wordes out of a wyse mans mouth are gracious, but the lippes of a foole wil destroye himself.¹³ The begynnynge of his talkynge is foolishnes, and the last worde of his mouth is greate madnesse.¹⁴ A foole is so full of wordes, that a man can not tell what ende he wyll make: who wyl then warne him to make a conclucion?¹⁵ The laboure of ye foolish is greuous vnto the, while they knowe not how to go in to the cite.

¹⁶ Wo be vnto the (O thou realme and londe) whose kynge is but a childe, and whose prynces are early at their banckettes.¹⁷ But well is the (O thou realme and londe) whose kinge is come of nobles, and whose prynces eate in due season, for strength and not for lust.¹⁸ Thorow slouthfulnesse the balkes fall downe, and thorow ydle hades it rayneth in at the house.¹⁹ Meate maketh men to laugh, and wyne maketh them mery: but vnto money are all thinges obedient.²⁰ Wysh the kynge no euell in yi thought, and speake no hurte of ye ryche in thy preuy chambre: for a byrde of the ayre shal betraye thy voyce, and wt hir fethers shal she bewraye thy wordes.