Matthew(i)
1 Go to nowe ye ryche men. Weepe, and howle on your wretchednes that shal come vpon you.
2 Youre ryches is corrupte youre garmentes are motheaten.
3 Your gold and your siluer are cankered, & the ruste of them shal be a witnes vnto you, and shall eate your fleshe, as it were fyre. Ye haue heaped treasure together in your laste dayes:
4 Beholde the hyre of the labourers which haue reped doun your fieldes (which hyer is of you kept backe by fraude) crieth: & the cryes of them whiche haue reped, are entred into the eares of the Lorde Sabaoth