Excepte the LORDE buylde the house, their labour is but lost that buylde it.

Excepte the LORDE kepe the cite, the watchman waketh but in vayne.

It is but lost labour that ye ryse vp early, and take no rest, but eate the bred of carefulnesse: for loke to whom it pleaseth him, he geueth it in slepe.

Lo, children and ye frute of the wombe are an heretage and gift, that cometh of the LORDE.

Like as the arowes in the hode of the giaute, eue so are the yonge childre. Happie is the ma, yt hath his quyuer full of them: they shal not be ashamed, when they speake with their enemies in the gate.