Matthew(i)
20 Wisdome crieth without, & putteth forth her voyce in the stretes.
21 She calleth before the congregacion in the open gates, & sheweth her wordes thorow the citie, saying:
22 O ye chyldren, how longe will ye loue chyldyshnesse? how long wil the, scorners delite in scorning & the vnwise be enemies vnto knowlege?
23 O turne you vnto my correccion: lo. I wil expres my mynde vnto you, & make you vnderstande my wordes.
24 Seing then that I haue called & ye refused it: I haue stretched out my hand, & no man regarded it,
25 but all my counsayls haue ye despysed, & set my corrections at naught.
26 Therfore shall I also laugh in your destruccion, & mocke you, when the thyng that ye feare cometh vpon you:
27 euen when the thing that ye be afrayed of, falleth in sodenly lyke a storme, & your miseri like a tempest: yea, when trouble & heuinesse commeth vpon you.
28 Then shal they call vpon me, but I will not heare: they shal seke me early, but thei shal not find me:
29 And that because thei hated knowlege, & receyued not the feare of the Lord,
30 but abhorred my counsail, & despised my correction.
31 Therfore shal they eate the frutes of their owne way, & be filled with their oune counsayls:
32 for the turning away of the vnwyse shal sley them, & the prosperitie of foles shalbe their owne destruccion.
33 But who so harkeneth vnto me shal dwel safely, and haue ynough without any feare of euell.