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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

that his haruest was eaten vp off the hungrie: that the weapened man had spoyled it, and that the thurstie had droncke vp his riches. It is not the earth that bryngeth forth trauayle,

Some men are riche, though they haue nothinge: agayne, some me are poore hauynge greate riches.

ye sowe moch, but ye bringe litle in: Ye eate, but ye haue not ynough: ye drinke, but ye are not fylled: ye decke youre selues, but ye are not warme: & he yt earneth eny wage, putteth it in a broken purse.

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

That other men be not fylled with thy goodes, & that thy labours come not in a straunge house.

He yt tylleth his londe, shal haue plenteousnesse of bred: but he that foloweth ydilnesse, shal haue pouerte ynough.