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1 My sonne, hearken vnto my wisedome, & incline thine eare vnto my knowledge.

2 That thou maiest regarde counsell, and thy lippes obserue knowledge.

3 For the lippes of a strange woman drop as an honie combe, and her mouth is more soft then oyle.

4 But the end of her is bitter as wormewood, and sharpe as a two edged sworde.

5 Her feete goe downe to death, and her steps take holde on hell.

6 She weigheth not the way of life: her paths are moueable: thou canst not knowe them.

Proverbs 5:1-6, Geneva Bible of 1587. Public domain.
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