TSK · Proverbs 17:22

My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.

For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.

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

in so moch that I sayde vnto laughter: thou art madd, and to myrth: what doest thou?

by who also we haue an intraunce in faith vnto this grace, wherin we stonde, & reioyse in the hope of ye glorye for to come, which God shal geue.

For godly sorowe causeth repentaunce vnto saluacion, not to be repented of: but worldly sorowe causeth death.