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1 My sonne geue heede vnto my wisdome, and bowe thyne eare vnto my prudence:

2 That thou mayest regarde good counsell, and that thy lippes may kepe knowledge.

3 For the lippes of a straunge woman are a dropping hony combe, and her throte is more glistering then oyle:

4 But at the laste she is as bitter as wormewood, and as sharpe as a two edged sworde.

5 Her feete go downe vnto death, and her steppes pearce thorowe vnto hell.

6 Perchaunce thou wylt ponder the path of her lyfe: so vnstedfast are her wayes that thou canst not know them.

7 Heare me nowe therefore O ye chyldren, and depart not from the wordes of my mouth.

8 Kepe thy way farre from her, & come not nigh the doores of her house.

9 That thou geue not thy honour vnto other, and thy yeres to the cruell:

10 That other men be not filled with thy vertues, and that thy labours come not in a straunge house.

11 Yea, that thou mourne not at the last, when thou hast spent thy bodye and lustie youth, and then say:

12 Alas, why hated I nurture? why did my heart dispise correction?

13 Wherefore was not I obedient vnto the voyce of my teachers, and hearkened not vnto them that enfourmed me?

14 I was come almost into all misfortune, in the middest of the multitude and congregation.

Proverbs 5:1-14, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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