Proverbs 16:24
Fayre wordes are an hony combe, a refreshinge of ye mynde, & health of ye bones.
Fayre wordes are an hony combe, a refreshinge of ye mynde, & health of ye bones.
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13My sonne, thou eatest hony & ye swete hony cobe, because it is good & swete in thy mouth.
14Euen so shall ye knowlege of wysdome be vnto yi soule, as soone as thou hast gotte it. And there is good hope, yee yi hope shal not be in vayne.
103O how swete are thy wordes vnto my throte? Yee more the hony vnto my mouth.
22For they are life vnto all those that finde the, and health vnto all their bodies.
23The herte of the wyse enfourmeth his mouth, and amendeth ye doctryne in his lyppes.
21Who so hath a wyse vnderstondinge, is called to councell: but he yt can speake fayre, getteth more riches.
18for it is a pleasaunt thinge yf thou kepe it in thine herte, and practise it in thy mouth:
8so shal thy nauel be whole, and thy bones stronge.
10More pleasunt are they then golde, yee then moch fyne golde: sweter then hony & the hony combe.
4A wholsome tonge is a tre of life, but he that abuseth it, hath a broken mynde.
22A mery herte maketh a lusty age, but a sorowfull mide dryeth vp ye bones.
10Yf wy?dome entre in to thine herte, and yi soule delyte in knowlege:
25There is a waye yt men thinke to be right, but the ende therof leadeth vnto death.
15With pacience maye a prynce be pacified, & wt a soft tonge maye rigorousnes be broke.
16Yf thou findest hony, eate so moch as is sufficiet for ye: lest thou be ouer full, & perbreake it out againe.
11A worde spoken in due season, is like apples of golde in a syluer dyshe.
23O how ioyfull a thinge is it, a man to geue a conuenient answere? O how pleasaunt is a worde spoken in due season?
24The waye of life ledeth vnto heaue, yt a man shulde bewarre of hell beneth.
6Faithfull are the woundes of a louer, but ye kysses of an enemie are disceatfull.
7He that is full, abhorreth an hony combe: but vnto him that is hogrie, euery sower thinge is swete.
17Hir wayes are pleasaunt wayes, and all hir pathes are peaceable.
30Like as ye clearnesse of ye eyes reioyseth ye herte, so doth a good name fede ye bones.
13Righteous lippes are pleasaut vnto kynges, and they loue him yt speaketh ye trueth.
30A mery herte is the life of the body, but rancoure consumeth awaye the bones.
16yee my reynes shalbe very glad, yf yi lyppes speake the thinge yt is right.
6so wil I take it, as though he had poured oyle vpo my heade: it shal not hurte my heade, yee I wil praye yet for their wickednesse.
3For the lippes of an harlot are a droppinge hony combe, and hir throte is softer then oyle.
20A mans bely shalbe satisfied with the frute of his owne mouth, and with the increase of his lippes shal he be fylled.
21Death and life stonde in the power of the tonge, he that loueth it, shal enioye the frute therof.
25Heuynesse discorageth ye herte of man, but a good worde maketh it glad agayne.
18A slaunderous personne pricketh like a swerde, but a wyse mans tonge is wholsome.
24euen when his bowels are at the fattest, and his bones full of mary.
1A softe aswere putteth downe displeasure, but frowarde wordes prouoke vnto anger.
14Euery man shal enioye good acordinge to the innocency of his mouth, and after the workes of his hades shal he be rewarded.
26She openeth hir mouth with wy?dome, & in hir toge is the lawe of grace.
9The herte is glad of a swete oyntment and sauoure, but a stomacke that ca geue good councell, reioyseth a mans neghboure.
16His throte is swete, yee he is alltogether louely. Soch one is my loue (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) soch one is my loue.
16To haue wy?dome in possession is better then golde, and to get vnderstondynge, is more worth then syluer.
15A mouth of vnderstodinge is more worth then golde, many precious stones, and costly Iewels.
22so shal it be life vnto thy soule, & grace vnto yi mouth.
17stollen waters are swete, & the bred that is preuely eaten, hath a good taist.
21O cast thy burthen (or care) vpon the LORDE, he shal norish the, and not leaue the rightuous in vnquietnesse.
4The wordes of a mas mouth are like depe waters, and the well of wy?dome is like a full streame.
11Thy lippes (o my spouse) droppe as the hony combe, yee mylck and hony is vnder thy tonge, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of frankynsense.
25Wherfore blame ye then the wordes, that are well and truly spoken?
13A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.
25A good reporte out of a farre countre, is like colde water to a thyrstie soule.
3For like as the mouth tasteth the meates, so the eare proueth & discerneth the wordes.
2A good ma shal enioye the frute of his mouth, but he that hath a frowarde mynde, shalbe spoyled.
30The frute of the rightuous is as the tre of life, a wyse man also wynneth mens soules.