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| 7:1 | My sonne, kepe my wordes, & laye vp my commaundementes by the. |
| 7:2 | Kepe my commaundementes and my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt lyue. |
| 7:3 | Bynde them vpon thy fyngers, and wryte them in the table of thyne hert. |
| 7:4 | Saye vnto wysdome: thou art my syster, and call vnderstandynge thy kynswoman: |
| 7:5 | that they maye kepe the from the straunge woman, and from the harlot which geueth swete wordes. |
| 7:6 | For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorowe the latysse, |
| 7:7 | & behelde the symple people: and amonge other yonge folkes I spyed one yonge foole, |
| 7:8 | goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house, |
| 7:9 | in the twylight of the euenynge, when it beganne nowe to be nyght & darcke. |
| 7:10 | And beholde, there mett hym a woman wt open tokens of an harlot, onely her herte was hyde, |
| 7:11 | She was full of loude wordes, & redy to daly: whose fete coulde not abyde in the house, |
| 7:12 | nowe is the without, now in the stretes, and layeth abayte in euery corner, |
| 7:13 | she caught the yongeman, kyssed hym, and was not ashamed, sayinge: |
| 7:14 | I had a vowe of peace offerynges to paye, and thys daye I perfourme it. |
| 7:15 | Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I myght seke thy face, and so I haue founde the. |
| 7:16 | I haue deckte my bed with couerynges and clothes of Egypte. |
| 7:17 | My bed haue I made to smell of Mirre, Aloes, and Cynamon. |
| 7:18 | Come lett vs ly together, and take oure pleasure tyll it be daye lyght: and we wyll enioye the pleasures of loue. |
| 7:19 | For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of. |
| 7:20 | He hath taken the bagge of moneye with hym: And will retourne home at the appoynted solempne feste? |
| 7:21 | Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with her flatterynge lyppes she entysed hym |
| 7:22 | sodenlye to folowe her: as it were an oxe led to the slaughter, & lyke as it were a foole that laugheth when he goeth to the stockes, to be punyshed, |
| 7:23 | so longe tyll she had wounded hys lyuer with her dart: lyke as yf a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowynge that the parell of hys lyfe lyeth ther vpon. |
| 7:24 | Heare me nowe therfore, O my chyldren, and marcke the wordes of my mouth. |
| 7:25 | Let not thyne herte wandre in her wayes, and be not thou disceaued in her pathes. |
| 7:26 | For many one hath she wounded and cast downe, yee many a stronge man hath bene slayne by the meanes of her. |
| 7:27 | Her houses are the waye vnto hell, and brynge men downe into the chambers of death. |
| 7:1 | Mi sone, kepe thou my wordis; and kepe myn heestis to thee. Sone, onoure thou the Lord, and thou schalt be `myyti; but outakun hym drede thou not an alien. |
| 7:2 | Kepe thou myn heestis, and thou schalt lyue; and my lawe as the appil of thin iyen. |
| 7:3 | Bynde thou it in thi fyngris; write thou it in the tablis of thin herte. |
| 7:4 | Seie thou to wisdom, Thou art my sistir; and clepe thou prudence thi frendesse. |
| 7:5 | That it kepe thee fro a straunge womman; and fro an alien womman, that makith hir wordis swete. |
| 7:6 | For whi fro the wyndow of myn hous bi the latijs Y bihelde; and Y se litle children. |
| 7:7 | I biholde a yong man coward, |
| 7:8 | that passith bi the stretis, bisidis the corner; and he |
| 7:9 | goith niy the weie of hir hous in derk tyme, whanne the dai drawith to niyt, in the derknessis and myst of the nyyt. |
| 7:10 | And lo! a womman, maad redi with ournement of an hoore to disseyue soulis, meetith hym, and sche is a ianglere, and goynge about, |
| 7:11 | and vnpacient of reste, and mai not stonde in the hous with hir feet; |
| 7:12 | and now without forth, now in stretis, now bisidis corneris sche `aspieth. |
| 7:13 | And sche takith, and kissith the yong man; and flaterith with wowynge cheer, and seith, Y ouyte sacrifices for heelthe; |
| 7:14 | to dai Y haue yolde my vowis. |
| 7:15 | Therfor Y yede out in to thi meetyng, and Y desiride to se thee; and Y haue founde thee. |
| 7:16 | Y haue maad my bed with coordis, Y haue arayed with tapetis peyntid of Egipt; |
| 7:17 | Y haue bispreynt my bed with myrre, and aloes, and canel. |
| 7:18 | Come thou, be we fillid with tetis, and vse we collyngis that ben coueitid; til the dai bigynne to be cleer. |
| 7:19 | For myn hosebonde is not in his hows; he is goon a ful long weie. |
| 7:20 | He took with hym a bagge of money; he schal turne ayen in to his hous in the dai of ful moone. |
| 7:21 | Sche boonde hym with many wordis; and sche drow forth hym with flateryngis of lippis. |
| 7:22 | Anoon he as an oxe led to slayn sacrifice sueth hir, and as a ioli lomb and vnkunnynge; and the fool woot not, that he is drawun to bondys, |
| 7:23 | til an arowe perse his mawe. As if a brid hastith to the snare; and woot not, that it is don of the perel of his lijf. |
| 7:24 | Now therfor, my sone, here thou me; and perseyue the wordis of my mouth. |
| 7:25 | Lest thi soule be drawun awei in the weies of hir; nether be thou disseyued in the pathis of hir. |
| 7:26 | For sche castide doun many woundid men; and alle strongeste men weren slayn of hir. |
| 7:27 | The weies of helle is hir hous; and persen in to ynnere thingis of deeth. |
| 7:1 | My sonne, kepe my wordes, & laye vp my comaundemetes by the. |
| 7:2 | Kepe my comaundemetes & my lawe, eue as the aple of thine eye, & thou shalt lyue. |
| 7:3 | Bynde them vpon thy fyngers, & wryte the in the table of thine hert. |
| 7:4 | Saye vnto wysdome: thou art my sister, and call vnderstondinge thy kynswoman: |
| 7:5 | that she maye kepe ye fro ye strauge woma, & fro ye harlot which geueth swete wordes. |
| 7:6 | For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorow the trelies, |
| 7:7 | & behelde the simple people: & amonge other yonge folkes I spyed one yonge foole |
| 7:8 | goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house |
| 7:9 | in the twylight of of the euenynge, when it begane now to be night and darcke. |
| 7:10 | And beholde, there mett him a woma in an harlottes apparell |
| 7:11 | (a disceatfull, waton & an vnstedfast woma: whose fete coude not abyde in ye house, |
| 7:12 | now is she without, now i ye stretes, & lurketh i euery corner) |
| 7:13 | she caught ye yoge ma, kyssed him & was not ashamed, sayege: |
| 7:14 | I had a vowe to paye, & this daye I perfourme it. |
| 7:15 | Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I might seke thy face, and so I haue founde the. |
| 7:16 | I haue deckte my bed with coueringes & clothes of Egipte. |
| 7:17 | My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes and Cynamom. |
| 7:18 | Come, let vs lye together, & take oure pleasure till it be daye light. |
| 7:19 | For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of. |
| 7:20 | He hath taken the bagg of moneye with him, who can tell whe he cometh home? |
| 7:21 | Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with hir flateringe lippes she wanne him. |
| 7:22 | Immediatly he foloweth her, as it were an oxeled to the slaughter (and like as it were to the stockes, where fooles are punyshed) |
| 7:23 | so longe till she hath wounded his lyuer with hir darte: like as yf a byrde haisted to the snare, not knowinge that the parell of his life lyeth there vpo. |
| 7:24 | Heare me now therfore (o my sonne) and marcke the wordes of my mouth. |
| 7:25 | Let not thine herte wandre in hir wayes, & be not thou disceaued in hir pathes. |
| 7:26 | For many one hath she wouded and cast downe, yee many a stronge ma hath she slayne. |
| 7:27 | Hir house is the waye vnto hell, where men go downe to the chambers of death. |
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