Proverbs 23:15
My sonne, yf yi herte receaue wy?dome, my herte also shal reioyce:
My sonne, yf yi herte receaue wy?dome, my herte also shal reioyce:
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11My sonne, be wyse, and thou shalt make me a glad herte: so that I shal make answere vnto my rebukers.
16yee my reynes shalbe very glad, yf yi lyppes speake the thinge yt is right.
24(for a righteous father is maruelous glad of a wyse sonne, & delyteth in hi)
25so shal thy father be glad, and thy mother that bare the, shal reioyse.
26My sonne, geue me thyne herte, and let thine eyes haue pleasure in my wayes.
19My sonne, ue eare & be wyse, so shal thine hert prospere in the waye.
17Nurtoure thy sonne with correccion, and he shal comforte the, yee he shal do the good at thine hert.
20A wyse sonne maketh a glad father, but an vndiscrete body shameth his mother.
21A foole reioyseth in foolish thinges, but a wyse man loketh well to his owne goinges.
1These are prouerbes of Salomon. A wyse sonne maketh a glad father, but an vndiscrete sonne is the heuynesse of his mother.
1My sonne, yf thou wilt receaue my wordes, and kepe my comaundemetes by the,
2that thine eare maye herken vnto wysdome, applie thine herte then to vnderstodinge.
1My sonne, geue hede vnto my wysdome, & bowe thine eare vnto my prudece:
12Applie thine herte vnto lernynge, and thine eare to the wordes of knowlege.
13Witholde not correccion from ye childe, for yf thou beatest him wt the rodde, he shal not dye therof.
14Thou smytest him wt the rodde, but thou delyuerest his soule from hell.
18Chaste yi sonne whyle there is hope, but let not yi soule be moued to slaye hi.
15Foolishnes sticketh in the herte of ye lad, but ye rod of correccion driueth it awaye.
15The rodde and correccion mynistre wy?dome, but yf a childe be not loked vnto, he bryngeth his mother to shame.
11My sonne, despyse not the chastenynge of ye LORDE, nether faynte when thou art rebuked of him.
12For who the LORDE loueth, him he chasteneth: and yet delyteth in him euen as a father in his owne sonne.
13Well is him that fyndeth wy?dome, & opteyneth vnderstondinge,
25An vndiscrete sonne is a grefe vnto his father, and heuynesse vnto his mother yt bare him.
1My sonne, forget not my lawe, but se yt thine hert kepe my comaundemetes.
31As for the roude copase of his worlde, I make it ioyfull, for my delyte is to be amoge the children of men.
32Therfore harken vnto me (o ye children) for blessed are they that kepe my wayes.
10Heare my sonne, and receaue my wordes, that the yeares of thy life maye be many.
23The herte of the wyse enfourmeth his mouth, and amendeth ye doctryne in his lyppes.
24He that spareth the rodde, hateth his sonne: but who so loueth him, holdeth him euer in nurtoure.
3For when I myself was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother,
8My sonne, heare thy fathers doctryne, and forsake not the lawe of yi mother:
8Now therfore my sonne, heare my voyce, what I commaunde the:
20My sonne, marcke my wordes, and enclyne thine eare vnto my saynges.
13A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.
1A wyse sonne wyll receaue his fathers warnynge, but he yt is scornefull, wyll not heare when he is reproued.
10Yf wy?dome entre in to thine herte, and yi soule delyte in knowlege:
30Like as ye clearnesse of ye eyes reioyseth ye herte, so doth a good name fede ye bones.
6Yf thou teachest a childe in his youth what waye he shulde go, he shall not leaue it when he is olde.
17My sonne, bowe downe thine eare, and herken vnto the wordes of wy?dome, applye yi mynde vnto my doctryne:
18for it is a pleasaunt thinge yf thou kepe it in thine herte, and practise it in thy mouth:
21An vnwyse body bryngeth himselfe in to sorowe, and ye father of a foole can haue no ioye.
1My sonne, kepe my wordes, & laye vp my comaundemetes by the.
2A discrete seruaut shal haue more rule then the sonnes yt haue no wysdome, and shal haue like heretage wt the brethren.
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.
15Yee I had allmost also sayde euen as they: but lo, then shulde I haue condemned the generacion of thy children.
3My mouth shal speake of wy?dome, and my hert shal muse of vnderstondinge.
3Who so loueth wy?dome, maketh his father a glad man: but he yt kepeth harlottes, spedeth awaye yt he hath.
23O how ioyfull a thinge is it, a man to geue a conuenient answere? O how pleasaunt is a worde spoken in due season?
15Loke what a foole taketh in honde, he thinketh it well done: but he that is wyse, wyl be couceled.