Proverbs 17:22
A mery herte maketh a lusty age, but a sorowfull mide dryeth vp ye bones.
A mery herte maketh a lusty age, but a sorowfull mide dryeth vp ye bones.
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13 A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.
14 A wyse herte wil seke after knowlege, but ye mouth of fooles medleth with foolishnesse.
15 All the dayes of the poore are miserable, but a quyete herte is as a cotynuall feast.
16 Better is a litle with the feare of the LORDE then greate treasure, for they are not without sorowe.
25 Heuynesse discorageth ye herte of man, but a good worde maketh it glad agayne.
30 Like as ye clearnesse of ye eyes reioyseth ye herte, so doth a good name fede ye bones.
2 It is better to go in to an house of mournynge, then in to a bancket house. For there is the ende of all men, and he that is lyuinge, taketh it to herte.
3 It is better to be sory then to laugh, for whe the countenaunce is heuy, the herte is ioyfull.
4 The herte of ye wyse is in the mournynge house, but the hert of the foolish is in the house of myrth.
13 The herte is soroufull euen in laughter, and the ende of myrth is heuynesse.
14 An vnfaithfull personne shal be fylled with his owne wayes, but a good ma wyl bewarre of soch.
30 A mery herte is the life of the body, but rancoure consumeth awaye the bones.
14 A good stomacke dryueth awaye a mas disease, but wha ye sprete is vexed, who maye abyde it?
8 so shal thy nauel be whole, and thy bones stronge.
8 Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.
24 Fayre wordes are an hony combe, a refreshinge of ye mynde, & health of ye bones.
20 Who so hath a frowarde herte, opteyneth no good: and he yt hath an ouerthwarte tonge, shal fall into myschefe.
21 An vnwyse body bryngeth himselfe in to sorowe, and ye father of a foole can haue no ioye.
20 Who so syngeth a songe to a wicked herte, clotheth hi with ragges in the colde, and poureth vyneger vpon chalke.
15 Thou bryngest fode out of the earth: wyne to make glad ye herte of ma, oyle to make him a chearfull countenaunce, & bred to strength mans herte.
21 Thy mouth shall he fyll with laughynge, ad thy lyppes with gladnesse.
1 The sayde I thus in my hert: Now go to, I wil take myne ease & haue good dayes. But lo, that was vanite also:
2 in so moch that I sayde vnto laughter: thou art madd, and to myrth: what doest thou?
15 Therfore I commende gladnesse, because a man hath no better thinge vnder the Sonne, then to eate and drynke, and to be mery: for that shal he haue of his laboure all the daies of his life, which God geueth him vnder the Sonne.+
23 O how ioyfull a thinge is it, a man to geue a conuenient answere? O how pleasaunt is a worde spoken in due season?
3 He healeth the contrite in herte, and byndeth vp their woundes.
4 A wholsome tonge is a tre of life, but he that abuseth it, hath a broken mynde.
19 Meate maketh men to laugh, and wyne maketh them mery: but vnto money are all thinges obedient.
10 Pvt awaye displeasure out of yi hert, & remoue euell from thy body: for childehode and youth is but vanite.
21 A foole reioyseth in foolish thinges, but a wyse man loketh well to his owne goinges.
22 For they are life vnto all those that finde the, and health vnto all their bodies.
6 For the laughinge of fooles is like ye crackynge of thornes vnder a pott. And yt is but a vayne thinge.
23 The vngodly taketh giftes out of the bosome, to wraist the wayes of iudgment.
12 Longe tarienge for a thinge that is dyfferred, greueth ye herte: but when the desyre commeth, it is a tre of life.
22 The blessynge of the LORDE maketh rich me, as for carefull trauayle, it doth nothinge therto.
23 A foole doth wickedly & maketh but a sporte of it: neuertheles it is wysdome for a man to bewarre of soch.
3 Foolishnesse maketh a man to go out of his waye, & then is his herte vnpacient agaynst the LORDE.
6 Geue stronge drynke vnto soch as are condempned to death, & wyne vnto those yt mourne:
17 Beholde, happie is the man, whom God punysheth: therfore, despyse not thou ye chastenynge of the Allmighty.
17 He yt hath a gentle liberall stomacke, is mercifull: but who so hurteth his neghbor, is a tyraut.
15 My sonne, yf yi herte receaue wy?dome, my herte also shal reioyce:
9 The herte is glad of a swete oyntment and sauoure, but a stomacke that ca geue good councell, reioyseth a mans neghboure.
7 Go thou yi waye then, eate thy bred with ioye, & drynke yi wyne wt gladnesse, for thy workes please God.
10 The herte of him that hath vnderstondinge wil nether dispare for eny sorow, ner be to presumptuous for eny sodane ioye.
20 For he thinketh not moch how longe he shal lyue, for so moch as God fylleth his hert with gladnesse.
12 So I perceaued, yt in these thinges there is nothinge better for a man, the to be mery & to do well so longe as he lyueth.