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17 And he thought within him selfe, saying, What shall I do, because I haue no rowme where to bestow my fruites? 18 And he sayde, this wyll I do, I wyll destroy my barnes, and buylde greater, and therin wyll I gather all my fruites and my goodes. 19 And I wyll saye to my soule: Soule, thou hast much goods layed vp in store for many yeres, take thyne ease, eate, drynke, and be mery. 20 But God sayde vnto hym: Thou foole, this nyght wyll they fetch awaye thy soule againe fro thee: Then whose shall those thynges be, which thou hast prouided? Luke 12:17-20, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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