TSK · Proverbs 15:18

Then sayde Abram vnto Lot: O let there be no strife betwene me and the, and betwene my hyrdmen and thine, for we are brethre.

and fell at his fete, and sayde: Oh my lorde, let this trespace be myne, and let thy handmayde speake before thine eares, and heare the wordes of thy handmayden:

Euell will stereth vp strife, but loue couereth ye multitude of synnes.

A softe aswere putteth downe displeasure, but frowarde wordes prouoke vnto anger.

Make no fredshipe with an angrie wylfull man, and kepe no company wt ye furious:

Coles kyndle heate, and wodd ye fyre: euen so doth a braulinge felowe stere vp variaunce.

An angrie man stereth vp strife, and he that beareth euell wyll in his mynde, doth moch euell.

Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shalbe called the chyldren of God.

Wherfore deare brethren, let euery man be swifte to heare, slowe to speake, and slowe to wrath.