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7 & behelde the symple people: and amonge other yonge folkes I spyed one yonge foole,
8 goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house,
9 in the twylight of the euenynge, when it beganne nowe to be nyght & darcke.
10 And beholde, there mett hym a woman wt open tokens of an harlot, onely her herte was hyde,
11 She was full of loude wordes, & redy to daly: whose fete coulde not abyde in the house,
12 nowe is the without, now in the stretes, and layeth abayte in euery corner,
13 she caught the yongeman, kyssed hym, and was not ashamed, sayinge:
14 I had a vowe of peace offerynges to paye, and thys daye I perfourme it.
15 Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I myght seke thy face, and so I haue founde the.
16 I haue deckte my bed with couerynges and clothes of Egypte.
17 My bed haue I made to smell of Mirre, Aloes, and Cynamon.
18 Come lett vs ly together, and take oure pleasure tyll it be daye lyght: and we wyll enioye the pleasures of loue.
19 For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of.
20 He hath taken the bagge of moneye with hym: And will retourne home at the appoynted solempne feste?
21 Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with her flatterynge lyppes she entysed hym
22 sodenlye to folowe her: as it were an oxe led to the slaughter, & lyke as it were a foole that laugheth when he goeth to the stockes, to be punyshed,
23 so longe tyll she had wounded hys lyuer with her dart: lyke as yf a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowynge that the parell of hys lyfe lyeth ther vpon.
24 Heare me nowe therfore, O my chyldren, and marcke the wordes of my mouth.