TSK · Proverbs 21:20

The riches yt he deuoureth, shall he perbreake agayne, for God shal drawe them out of his bely.

Thou preparest a table before me agaynst mine enemies: thou anoyntest my heade with oyle, & fyllest my cuppe full.

The blessynge of the LORDE maketh rich me, as for carefull trauayle, it doth nothinge therto.

For vnto whom so euer God geueth riches, goodes and power, he geueth it him to enioye it, to take it for his porcion, and to be refreshed of his laboure: this is now the gifte of God.

Meate maketh men to laugh, and wyne maketh them mery: but vnto money are all thinges obedient.

Se that ye gather you not treasure vpon the earth, where rust and mothes corrupte, and where theues breake through and steale.

But the foolish sayde vnto the wyse: geue vs of youre oyle, for oure lapes are gone out.

Now whan he had spent all that he had, there was a greate derth thorow out all the same lode. And he begane to lacke,

There was a certayne riche man, which clothed him self with purple and costly lynnen, and fared deliciously euery daye.