so shal pouerte come vnto the as one yt trauayleth by the waye, & necessite like a wapened man.

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:

Who so doth a poore man wronge to increase his owne riches, geueth (comoly) vnto the rich, and at the last commeth to pouerte himself.

The rich mas goodes are his stroge holde, but pouerte oppresseth the poore.

that thrust the poore out of the waye, & oppresse the symple of the worlde together.

Sorow and carefulnesse make him afrayed, & copasse him rounde aboute, like as it were a kinge with his hoost redy to the battayll.

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

When he goeth forth to get his lyuinge, he thinketh planely, that the daye of darcknesse is at honde.

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

Tymely in the mornynge do they aryse, to murthur the symple and poore, & in the night they go a stealinge.

An ydle hande maketh poore, but a quycke laboringe hande maketh riche.

He that will be rich all to soone, hath an euell eye, and considereth not, that pouerte shall come vpon him.

for soch as be dronckardes and ryotous, shal come to pouerte, & he that is geuen to moch slepe, shal go wt a ragged cote.

Though he had plenteousnesse of euerythinge, yet was he poore, & therfore he is but a wretch on euery syde.