And a certayne Scribe came, & sayde vnto hym: Maister, I wyll folowe thee, whyther soeuer thou goest.
So lykewyse, whosoeuer he be of you, that forsaketh not all that he hath, he can not be my disciple.
Where is the wise? where is ye scribe? where is the disputer of this worlde? Hath not God made the wisedome of this worlde foolyshenesse?
This Esdras also went vp from Babylon, and was a perfect scribe in the law of Moyses which the Lorde God of Israel did geue: And the king gaue him al that he required, according to the hand of the Lorde his God which was vpon him
And it may be, that I wyll abyde, yea or wynter with you, that ye may bryng me on my way whyther soeuer I go.