Bishops(i)
3 For the lippes of a straunge woman are a dropping hony combe, and her throte is more glistering then oyle
4 But at the laste she is as bitter as wormewood, and as sharpe as a two edged sworde
5 Her feete go downe vnto death, and her steppes pearce thorowe vnto hell
6 Perchaunce thou wylt ponder the path of her lyfe: so vnstedfast are her wayes that thou canst not know them
7 Heare me nowe therefore O ye chyldren, and depart not from the wordes of my mouth
8 Kepe thy way farre from her, & come not nigh the doores of her house