Mace(i)
17 and thus he reason'd with himself, what shall I do for want of room to store up my crop?
18 this will I do, said he, I will pull down my barns, and build greater: and there I will bestow all my rich product.
19 then I will say to my soul, soul, you have many enjoyments in reserve for a number of years; take your ease, eat, drink, and be merry.
20 but God said to him, thou fool, this night shall thy soul be required of thee: who then shall enjoy what thou hast provided?