Matthew(i)
3 For the lyppes of an harlot are a droppynge combe, and her throte is softer then oyle.
4 But at the laste she is as bytter as worme wode, and as sharpe as a two edged sweard.
5 Her fete go downe vnto death, and her steps pearse thorow vnto hel.
6 She regardeth not the path of life, so vnstedfast are her waies, that thou canst not know them.
7 Heare me therefore (O my sonne) and departe not from the wordes of my mouth.
8 Kepe thy way far from her, and come not nye the dores of her house.
9 That thou geue not thyne honoure vnto another, and thy yeares to the cruell.
10 That other men be not filled wt thy goods & that thy labours come not in a strang house.
11 Yea that thou mourne not at the last (when thou hast spent thy body & goods)
12 and then say: Alas why hated I nourtoure? why dyd my herte despys correction.
13 Wherfore was not I obedyente vnto the voyce of my teachers, & herkened not vnto them that infourmed me?
14 I am come almoste into all mysfortune, in the middest of the multytude and congregacion.
15 Drinke of the water of thine owne wel, and of the riuers that runne out of thine owne springes.