Matthew(i)
3 For the lyppes of an harlot are a droppynge combe, and her throte is softer then oyle.
4 But at the laste she is as bytter as worme wode, and as sharpe as a two edged sweard.
5 Her fete go downe vnto death, and her steps pearse thorow vnto hel.
6 She regardeth not the path of life, so vnstedfast are her waies, that thou canst not know them.
7 Heare me therefore (O my sonne) and departe not from the wordes of my mouth.
8 Kepe thy way far from her, and come not nye the dores of her house.
9 That thou geue not thyne honoure vnto another, and thy yeares to the cruell.
10 That other men be not filled wt thy goods & that thy labours come not in a strang house.
11 Yea that thou mourne not at the last (when thou hast spent thy body & goods)
12 and then say: Alas why hated I nourtoure? why dyd my herte despys correction.
13 Wherfore was not I obedyente vnto the voyce of my teachers, & herkened not vnto them that infourmed me?
14 I am come almoste into all mysfortune, in the middest of the multytude and congregacion.