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And ye felde is the worlde. And the chyldre of the kingdome they are ye good seed. And the tares are the chyldren of ye wicked.
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And the enemye that soweth the is ye devell. The harvest is ye end of the worlde. And the repers be ye angels.
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For eve as the tares are gaddred and bret in ye fyre: so shall it be in ye ende of this worlde.
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The sonne of man shall send forth his angels and they shall gather out of his kyngdome all thinges that offende and them which do iniquite
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and shall cast them into a furnes of fyre. There shalbe waylynge and gnasshing of teth.
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Then shall the iuste men shyne as bryght as the sunne in ye kyngdome of their father. Whosoever hath eares to heare let him heare.
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Agayne ye kyngdome of heve is lyke vnto treasure hidde in the felde ye which a man fyndeth and hideth: and for ioy therof goeth and selleth all that he hath and byeth that felde.
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Agayne ye kyngdome of heve is lyke vnto a marchaunt that seketh good pearles
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which when he had founde one precious pearle wet and solde all that he had and bought it.
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Agayne the kyngdome of heve is lyke vnto a neet cast into ye see yt gadereth of all kyndes of fysshes:
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which whe it is full men drawe to londe and sitte and gadre the good into vessels and cast the bad awaye.