Proverbs 25:20
Who so syngeth a songe to a wicked herte, clotheth hi with ragges in the colde, and poureth vyneger vpon chalke.
Who so syngeth a songe to a wicked herte, clotheth hi with ragges in the colde, and poureth vyneger vpon chalke.
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13A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.
22A mery herte maketh a lusty age, but a sorowfull mide dryeth vp ye bones.
25Heuynesse discorageth ye herte of man, but a good worde maketh it glad agayne.
2It 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.
3It is better to be sory then to laugh, for whe the countenaunce is heuy, the herte is ioyfull.
4The herte of ye wyse is in the mournynge house, but the hert of the foolish is in the house of myrth.
5It is better to geue eare to the chastenynge of a wyse man, then to heare the songe of fooles.
6For the laughinge of fooles is like ye crackynge of thornes vnder a pott. And yt is but a vayne thinge.
6Geue stronge drynke vnto soch as are condempned to death, & wyne vnto those yt mourne:
7that they maye drynke it, & forget their misery & aduersite.
13The herte is soroufull euen in laughter, and the ende of myrth is heuynesse.
7The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
20Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
19The hope of the vngodly in tyme of nede, is like a rotten toth and a slippery foote.
21Yf thine enemie honger, fede him: yf he thyrst, geue him drynke:
25A good reporte out of a farre countre, is like colde water to a thyrstie soule.
9there shal no more wyne bedronke with myrth, the beer shal be bytter to the that drinke it,
15All the dayes of the poore are miserable, but a quyete herte is as a cotynuall feast.
9Suffre affliccions: sorowe ye and wepe. Let youre laughter be turned to mornynge, and youre ioye to heuynes.
23The north wynde dryueth awaye the rayne, euen so doth an earnest sober countenauce a backbyters tonge.
7for he hath a maruelous herte. He sayeth vnto ye: eate and drynke, where as his herte is not wt ye.
13Like as the wynter coole in the haruest, so is a faithfull messaunger to him that sent him, & refre?sheth his masters mynde.
14Who so maketh greate boastes & geueth nothinge, is like cloudes & wynde without rayne.
31my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
15The ioye of oure herte is gone, oure mery quere is turned in to mourninge.
25Another dyeth in sorowe and heuynesse, and neuer had good daies.
10The herte of him that hath vnderstondinge wil nether dispare for eny sorow, ner be to presumptuous for eny sodane ioye.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
22Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.
7He that is full, abhorreth an hony combe: but vnto him that is hogrie, euery sower thinge is swete.
17All the daies of his life also must he eate in the darcke, with greate carefulnesse, sicknesse & sorow.
9The herte is glad of a swete oyntment and sauoure, but a stomacke that ca geue good councell, reioyseth a mans neghboure.
30A mery herte is the life of the body, but rancoure consumeth awaye the bones.
26As vyneger is to the teth, and as smoke is vnto ye eyes, eue so is a slogish personne to them that sende him forth.
15A brawlynge woman and the rofe of the house droppynge in a raynie daye, maye well be compared together.
18Let it be vnto him as the cloke that he hath vpon him, and as the gyrdle that he is gyrded withall.
5Godlynesse is a light despysed in ye hertes of the rich, & is set for them to stomble vpon.
11Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.
15He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
23but heuynesse, sorowe & disquyetnes all ye dayes of his life? In so moch that his herte can not rest in the night. Is not this also a vayne thinge?
18Like as one shuteth deadly arowes and dartes out of a preuy place, euen so doth a dyssembler with his neghboure,
19And then sayeth he: I dyd it but in sporte.
14Beholde, my seruauntes shal reioyse for very quietnesse of herte. But ye shal crie for sorow of hert, and coplayne for vexacion of mynde.
36And he sayde vnto them a symilitude: No man putteth a pece of new cloth in to an olde garment: for els he renteth the new, and the pece of the new agreeth not with the olde.
21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
5Thou hast fed the with the bred of teares, yee thou hast geuen the pleteousnes of teares to drynke.
19Like as in one water there apeare dyuerse faces, eue so dyuerse men haue dyuerse hertes.
21No man soweth a pece of new cloth vnto an olde garment, for els he taketh awaye the new pece from the olde, and so is the ret worse.
9A parable in a fooles mouth, is like a thorne yt pricketh a droncken man in ye hande.