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31 Loke not thou vpon the wyne, how redd it is, & what a colour it geueth in the glasse.
32 It goeth downe softly, but at the last it byteth lyke a serpent, & styngeth as an Adder.
33 So shall thine eyes loke vnto straunge wemen, & thyne herte shall muse vpon frowarde thynges.