TSK · Proverbs 15:18

Then sayde Abram vnto Lot: let there be no strife I pray thee betweene thee and me, and betweene my heardmen and thyne, for we be brethren.

And fell at his feete, and sayde: Let this iniquitie be counted myne my lord, and let thyne handmaide I praye thee speake in thyne audience, & heare the wordes of thy handmayd.

Hatred stirreth vp strifes: but loue couereth the multitude of sinnes.

A soft aunswere appeaseth wrath: but rough wordes stirre vp anger.

Make no frendship with an angrye wylfull man, and walke not with the furious:

As coles kindle heate, and wood the fire: euen so doth a brawling felowe stirre vp variaunce.

An angry man stirreth vp strife, and he that beareth euyll will in his mynde doth much euyll.

Blessed (are) the peace makers: for they shalbe called the chyldren of God.

Wherfore my deare brethre, let euery man be swyft to heare, slowe to speake, slowe to wrath.