Who so hath an earnest desire to wysdome he will sequester him selfe to seeke it, and occupie him selfe in all stedfastnesse & sounde doctrine.

A foole hath no delight in vnderstanding: but onlye to vtter the fansies of his owne heart.

When the vngodly commeth, then commeth also disdayne: and with the dishonest person commeth shame and dishonour.

The wordes of a wyse mans mouth are lyke deepe waters: and the well of wisdome is like a full streame.

It is not good to regarde the person of the vngodly, to ouerthrowe the righteous in iudgement.

A fooles lippes come with brawling, and his mouth prouoketh vnto stripes.

A fooles mouth is his owne destruction, and his lippes are the snare for his owne soule.

The wordes of a slaunderer are very woundes, and go through vnto the innermost partes of the body.

Who so is slouthfull in his labour, is the brother of hym that is a waster.

The name of the Lorde is a strong castell, the righteous runneth vnto it and is in safegarde.

The rich mans goodes are his strong citie, and as an high wall in his owne conceipt.

Before destruction the heart of a man is proude: and before honour goeth humilitie.

He that geueth sentence in a matter before he heare it, the same to hym is folly and shame.

A good stomacke beareth out sickenesse: but the minde beyng sicke, who shall heale it?

A wise heart possesseth knowledge, & a prudent eare seeketh vnderstanding.

A mans gyft maketh an open way, to bryng hym before great men.

The righteous declareth his owne cause first him selfe, and his neighbour commeth and tryeth hym.

The lot causeth variaunce to ceasse: and parteth the mightie a sunder.

Brethren beyng at variaunce are harder to be wonne then a strong citie, and their contentions are like the barre of a castell.

A mans belly shalbe satisfied with the fruite of his owne mouth, and with the encrease of his lippes shall he be filled.

Death and life are in the instrument of the tongue, and they that loue it, shall eate the fruite thereof.

Who so findeth a wyfe, findeth a good thing, and receaueth fauour of the Lorde.

The poore prayeth meekely: but the riche geueth a rough aunswere.

A man that wyll haue frendes, must shewe hym selfe frendly: and there is a frende whiche is nearer then a brother.