Verse 19
He yt tylleth his londe, shal haue plenteousnesse of bred: but he that foloweth ydilnesse, shal haue pouerte ynough.
Referenced Verses
- Prov 12:11 : 11 He that tilleth his lode, shal haue plenteousnesse of bred: but he yt foloweth ydylnes, is a very foole.
- Prov 13:20 : 20 He that goeth in the company of wyse men, shal be wyse: but who so is a copanyo of fooles, shal be hurte.
- Prov 23:20-21 : 20 Kepe no company wt wyne bebbers and ryotous eaters of flesh: 21 for soch as be dronckardes and ryotous, shal come to pouerte, & he that is geuen to moch slepe, shal go wt a ragged cote.
- Prov 27:23-27 : 23 Se yt thou knowe the nombre of thy catell thy self, and loke well to thy flockes. 24 For riches abyde not allwaye, & the crowne endureth not for euer. 25 The hay groweth, ye grasse cometh vp, & herbes are gathered in ye mountaines. 26 The lambes shal clothe the, & for the goates thou shalt haue money to yi hu?bondry. 27 Thou shalt haue goates mylck ynough to fede the, to vpholde thy husholde, & to susteyne thy maydens.
- Luke 15:12-17 : 12 and the yonger of them sayde vnto the father: Father, geue me the porcion of ye goodes, that belongeth vnto me. And he deuyded the good vnto them. 13 And not longe therafter, gathered the yonger sonne all together, & toke his iourney in to a farre countre, and there waisted he his goodes with ryotous lyuynge. 14 Now whan he had spent all that he had, there was a greate derth thorow out all the same lode. And he begane to lacke, 15 and wente his waye, and claue to a cytesin of that same countre, which sent him in to his felde, to kepe swyne. 16 And he wolde fayne haue fylled his bely with the coddes, that the swyne ate. And no man gaue him them. 17 Then came he to him self, and sayde: How many hyred seruauntes hath my father, which haue bred ynough, and I perish of honger?
- Judg 9:4 : 4 and gaue him thre score and ten syluerlinges out of ye house of Baal Berith. And wt them Abimelech hyred men that were vagabundes and of light condicions, which folowed him.
- Prov 14:4 : 4 Where no oxen are, there the crybb is emptie: but where the oxen laboure, there is moch frute.