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A plain and familiar exposition of the eleventh and twelfth chapters of the Proverbs…A plaine and familiar exposition of the eleuenth and twelfth chapters of the Prouerbes…
A plain and familiar exposition of the eleventh and twelfth chapters of the Proverbs of SolomonA plaine and familiar exposition of the eleuenth and twelfth chapters of the Prouerbes of Salomon
London: printed by Felix Kyngston for Henry Sharpe, 1607London: printed by Felix Kyngston for Henrie Sharpe, 1607
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
They which are the most contemptible persons, are the greatest contemners of others. As wisdom above all other things doth make a man to be excellent, so needs must the want of it make him to be base: and yet such as come not only too short of the perfection, but not at all to the beginning thereof, are ready to sport at them which are most graced with it. When the wicked 1cometh, saith Solomon, then cometh contempt, and with the vile man, reproach. None scoffed so much at David as the abjects, and 2the drunkards made songs of him. None mocked Job so much as the vagabonds who were no better then their fathers, and their fathers not so good as dogs. They were the children of fools, and the children of villains, which were more vile then the earth. And yet he was their song, and their talk, they spared not to spit in his face. Job 30. 1. 8. 9. 10.
They which are the most contemptible persons, are the greatest contemners of others. As wisedome aboue all other things doth make a man to be excellent, so needes must the want of it make him to be base: and yet such as come not only too short of the perfection, but not at all to the beginning thereof, are readie to sport at them which are most graced with it. When the wicked 1commeth, saith Salomon, then commeth contempt, and with the vile man, reproach. None scoffed so much at Dauid as the abiects, and 2the drunkards made songs of him. None mocked Iob so much as the vagabonds who were no better then their fathers, and their fathers not so good as dogges. They were the children of fooles, and the children of villaines, which were more vile then the earth. And yet he was their song, and their talke, they spared not to spit in his face. Iob 30. 1. 8. 9. 10.