TSK · Matthew 7:6

A faire woman without discrete maners, is lyke a ryng of golde in a swines snoute.

Like as the dogge turneth agayne to his owne vomite: euen so a foole beginneth his foolishnes agayne afreshe.

He aunswered, and sayde: it is not meete to take the chyldrens bread, and to cast it to litle dogges.

And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another.

In iourneying often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils of myne owne nation, in perils among the heathen, in perils in the citie, in perils in the wildernesse, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren,

Alexander the coppersmith shewed me much euyll: The Lorde rewarde hym accordyng to his deedes.

Of howe muche sorer punyshement (suppose ye) shall he be worthy, whiche treadeth vnder foote the sonne of God? and counteth the blood of the couenaut wherein he was sanctified, an vnholye thyng, and doth despite to the spirite of grace?