Proverbs 7

Matthew^{(i) 1} My sonne, kepe my wordes, and lay vp my commaundements by the. ² Kepe my commaundementes and my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eie, and thou shalt liue. ³ Bind them vpon thy fingers, and wryte them in the table of thyne herte. ⁴ Saye vnto wysdome: thou art my sister, and cal vnderstandyng thy kynswoman: ⁵ that she may kepe the from the starnge woman, and from the harlot which geueth swete wordes, ⁶ For out of the window of my house I loked thorow the trealesse, ⁷ & beheld the simple people: and among other yong folkes I spyed one yonge fole ⁸ going ouer the stretes, by the corner in the way toward the harlots house ⁹ in the twylight of the euening, when it beganne now to be nyght and darke. ¹⁰ And beholde, ther met him a woman in an harlots apparel, ¹¹ a dysceatful, wanton & vnstedfast woman: whose fet could not abide in the house, ¹² now is she without, now in the stretes, lurketh in euery corner, ¹³ she caught the yonge man, kyssed hym, & was not ashamed, sayinge: ¹⁴ I had a vowe to paye, & thys daye I perfourme it. ¹⁵ Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I mighte seke thy face, and so I haue founde the. ¹⁶ I haue deckte my bed with couerynges & clothes of Egypte. ¹⁷ My bed haue I made to smell of myrre, Aloes, and Cynamon. ¹⁸ Come let vs lye together, and take our pleasure tyll it be daye lyghte. ¹⁹ For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of. ²⁰ He hath taken the bagge of money with hym: who can tell when he commeth home? ²¹ Thus with many swete woordes she ouercome hym, and with her flatteryng lippes she wanne hym. ²² Immediatly he folowed her, as it were an oxe led to the slaughter (& lyke as it were to the stockes, where foles are punyshed) ²³ so longe tyll she had wounded hys lyuer with her dart: like as if a byrde hasted to the snare not knowyng that the parell of his lyfe lieth therupon. ²⁴ Heare me now therfore (O my sonne) and marke the wordes of my mouth. ²⁵ Let not thyne herte wandre in her wayes, & be not thou disceyued in her pathes. ²⁶ For many one hath she wounded and cast doune yea, many a stronge man hath she slayne. ²⁷ Her house is the waye vnto hell, where men go doune into the chambers of death.