Matthew(i)
1 Doth not wysdome crye? doeth not vnderstanding put forth her voyce?
2 Standeth she not in the hye places in the stretes & ways
3 doth she not crie before the whole citie, and in the gates where men go out & in?
4 It is you, O ye men (saieth she) whom I cal? Vnto you (O ye chyldren of men) lyft I vp my voyce.
5 Take hede vnto knowlege O ye ignoraunt, be wyse in hert O ye foles.
6 Geue eare, for I will speake of great matters, and open my lyppes to tell thinges that be right.
7 For my throte shalbe talking of the trueth, & my lyppes abhorre vngodlinesse.
8 All the wordes of my mouth are righteous, there is no frowardenesse nor falsede therin.
9 They are all playne to suche as will vnderstande, and ryght to them that fynde knowlege.
10 Receiue my doctrine therfore, & not siluer: & my knowledge, more then fyne golde.
11 For wysdome is more worth then precious stones, yea, all the thinges that thou canst desire, are not to be compared vnto it.
12 I wysdome haue my dwelling wt knowledge, & prudent counsaill is myne owne.