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3 For the lyppes of an harlot are a droppyng hony combe and her throte is more glisterynge them oyle.
4 But at the last she is as bytter as wormwod, and as sharpe as a two edged swerde.
5 Her fete go downe vnto death and her steppes pearse thorowe vnto hell.
6 Parchaunse thou dwellynge with her wylt ponder the path of lyfe? so vnstedfast are her wayes, that thou canst not knowe them.
7 Heare me nowe therfore (O my sonnes) & departe not from the wordes of my mouth.
8 Kepe thy waye farre from her, and come not nye the dores of her house.
9 That thou geue not thy strength vnto other, & thy yeares to the cruell.
10 That other men be not fylled with thy goodes, and that thy laboures come not in a straunge house.
11 Yee that thou mourne not at the last (when thou hast spent thy body and lusty greane youth)
12 and then saye: Alas, why hated I nourtoure: why did my herte despise correccion?
13 Wherfore was not I obedient vnto the voyce of my teachers, and herkened not vnto them that infourmed me?
14 I am come almost into all misfortune, in the myddest of the multitude and congregacion.
15 Drincke of the water, of thyne awne well and of the ryuers that runne out of thyne awne springes.