Proverbs 7

Bishops(i) 1 My sonne kepe my words, and lay vp my commaundements by thee 2 Kepe my commaundementes & my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt liue 3 Binde them vpon thy fingers, and wryte them in the table of thyne heart 4 Say vnto wysdome, thou art my sister: and call vnderstanding thy kinsewoman 5 That they may kepe thee from the straunge woman, and from the forraine woman which geueth sweete wordes 6 For at the windowe of my house I loked through the windowe 7 And behelde among the simple people and among the chyldren a young man voyde of wyt 8 Goyng ouer the streate by the corner in the way towarde her hous 9 In the twylight of the euening, when it began nowe to be night and darke 10 And behold there met hym a woman with open tokens of an harlot, onlye her heart was hid 11 She was full of loude wordes and redye to dallie, whose feete coulde not abide in the house 12 Nowe is she without, nowe in the streates, and lyeth in wayte at euery corner 13 She caught hym and kissed him, and was not ashamed, saying 14 I had a vowe of peace offeringes to pay, and this day I perfourme it 15 Therefore came I foorth to meete thee, that I might seeke thy face, and so haue I founde thee 16 I haue deckt my bed with coueringes of tapessarie, and clothes of Egypt 17 My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes, and Cinamon 18 Come let vs take our fill of loue vntyll the morning, and let vs solace our selues with the pleasures of loue 19 For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of 20 He hath taken the bagge of money with hym, and wyll returne at the appointed solempne feast 21 Thus with many sweete wordes she ouercame him, and with her flattering lippes she entised hym 22 Sodainly he folowed her, as it were an oxe led to the slaughter, and lyke as it were a foole [that laugheth] when he goeth to the stockes to be punished 23 So long tyll she had wounded his lyuer with her dart: lyke as if a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowing that the perill of his life lieth thervpon 24 Heare me now therfore O my chylde, and marke the wordes of my mouth 25 Let not thyne heart wander in her wayes, and be not thou deceaued in her pathes 26 For many one hath she wounded and cast downe, yea many a strong man hath ben slaine by the meanes of her 27 Her house is the way vnto hell, and bryng men downe into the chaumbers of death