TSK · Ecclesiastes 7:6

They swarmed about me lyke bees, and they be extinguished as the fire made of thornes: for I trusted in the name of God that I should destroy them.

Insomuch that I saide vnto the man geuen to laughter, thou art mad: and to mirth, what doest thou?

And I will turne your feastes into mourning, and all your songues into lamentation: and I will bring sackecloth vpon all loynes, and baldnesse vpon euery head, & I will make it as the mourning of an only sonne, and the end therof as a bitter day.

But Abraham sayde: Sonne, remember that thou in thy lyfe tyme, receauedst thy pleasure, and lykewyse Lazarus paynes: But nowe is he comforted, and thou art tormented.

These are spottes in your feastes of charitie, whe they feast with you, without al feare feedyng the selues: cloudes they are without water, caryed about of windes, corrupt trees, and without fruite, twise dead, and plucked vp by the rootes: