Matthew(i)
20 Wisdome crieth without, & putteth forth her voyce in the stretes.
21 She calleth before the congregacion in the open gates, & sheweth her wordes thorow the citie, saying:
22 O ye chyldren, how longe will ye loue chyldyshnesse? how long wil the, scorners delite in scorning & the vnwise be enemies vnto knowlege?
23 O turne you vnto my correccion: lo. I wil expres my mynde vnto you, & make you vnderstande my wordes.
24 Seing then that I haue called & ye refused it: I haue stretched out my hand, & no man regarded it,
25 but all my counsayls haue ye despysed, & set my corrections at naught.