TSK · Proverbs 12:25

I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.

A slaunderous personne pricketh like a swerde, but a wyse mans tonge is wholsome.

A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.

O how ioyfull a thinge is it, a man to geue a conuenient answere? O how pleasaunt is a worde spoken in due season?

Fayre wordes are an hony combe, a refreshinge of ye mynde, & health of ye bones.

A good stomacke dryueth awaye a mas disease, but wha ye sprete is vexed, who maye abyde it?

The herte is glad of a swete oyntment and sauoure, but a stomacke that ca geue good councell, reioyseth a mans neghboure.

So the LORDE gaue a louynge and a confortable answere, vnto the angel that talked with me.

For in greate trouble and anguysh of hert wrote I vnto you with many teares: not yt ye shulde be sory, but that ye mighte perceaue the loue, which I haue most specially vnto you.