And when the asse sawe the angell of the Lorde, she fell downe vnder Balaam: and Balaam was wroth, & smote the asse with a staffe
A wyse man feareth, and departeth from euyll: but the foole is angry, and counteth hym selfe sure
Wherfore my deare brethre, let euery man be swyft to heare, slowe to speake, slowe to wrath.
And the angell of the Lord went further, & stoode in a narowe place, where was no way to turne either to the right hande, or to the left