Wycliffe(i)
3 for the lippis of an hoore ben an hony coomb droppinge, and hir throte is clerere than oile;
4 but the last thingis ben bittir as wormod, and hir tunge is scharp as a swerd keruynge on ech side.
5 Hir feet gon doun in to deeth; and hir steppis persen to hellis.
6 Tho goon not bi the path of lijf; hir steppis ben vncerteyn, and moun not be souyt out.
7 Now therfor, my sone, here thou me, and go not awei fro the wordis of my mouth.
8 Make fer thi weie fro hir, and neiye thou not to the doris of hir hous.
9 Yyue thou not thin onour to aliens, and thi yeeris to the cruel;
10 lest perauenture straungeris be fillid with thi strengthis, and lest thi trauels be in an alien hous;
11 and thou biweile in the laste daies, whanne thou hast wastid thi fleschis, and thi bodi; and thou seie,
12 Whi wlatide Y teching, and myn herte assentide not to blamyngis;
13 nether Y herde the voys of men techinge me, and Y bowide not doun myn eere to maistris?