Yet is there a sore plage, which I haue sene vnder the Sonne (namely) riches kepte to the hurte of him yt hath them in possession.

Where as many riches are, there are many also that spende them awaye. And what pleasure more hath he that possesseth them, sauynge that he maye loke vpon them with his eyes?

Delyte not thou in slepe, lest thou come vnto pouerte: but ope thine eyes, & thou shalt haue bred ynough.

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

Yee slepe on still a litle, slobre a litle, folde thine hodes together yet a litle:

Yee slepe on still a litle, slober a litle, folde thine handes together yet a litle, that thou mayest slepe:

Slouthfulnes bryngeth slepe, & an ydell soule shal suffer hoger.

when God geueth a man riches, goodes & honoure, so that he wanteth nothinge of all that his herte can desyre: and yet God geueth him not leue to enioye the same, but another man spedeth them. This is a vayne thinge & a miserable plage.

When the rich man dyeth, he carieth nothinge with him: he is gone in ye twincklynge of an eye.

All the laboure that a man taketh, is for himself, and yet his desyre is neuer fylled after his mynde.

For vnto whom so euer God geueth riches, goodes and power, he geueth it him to enioye it, to take it for his porcion, and to be refreshed of his laboure: this is now the gifte of God.

When I applied my mynde to lerne wy?dome, and to knowe the trauayle that is in the worlde (and that of soch a fashion, yt I suffred not myne eyes to slepe nether daye ner night)

He that loueth money, wil neuer be satisfied with money: and who so delyteth in riches, shal haue no profit therof. Is not this also a vayne thinge?

Therfore me thinke it a better and a fayrer thinge, a man to eate and drynke, and to be refreshed of all his laboure, yt he taketh vnder the Sonne all the dayes of his life which God geueth him, for this is his porcion.