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1 My sonne geue heede vnto my wisdome, and bowe thyne eare vnto my prudence: 2 That thou mayest regarde good counsell, and that thy lippes may kepe knowledge. 3 For the lippes of a straunge woman are a dropping hony combe, and her throte is more glistering then oyle: 4 But at the laste she is as bitter as wormewood, and as sharpe as a two edged sworde. 5 Her feete go downe vnto death, and her steppes pearce thorowe vnto hell. 6 Perchaunce thou wylt ponder the path of her lyfe: so vnstedfast are her wayes that thou canst not know them. 7 Heare me nowe therefore O ye chyldren, and depart not from the wordes of my mouth. 8 Kepe thy way farre from her, & come not nigh the doores of her house. 9 That thou geue not thy honour vnto other, and thy yeres to the cruell: 10 That other men be not filled with thy vertues, and that thy labours come not in a straunge house. 11 Yea, that thou mourne not at the last, when thou hast spent thy bodye and lustie youth, and then say: 12 Alas, why hated I nurture? why did my heart dispise correction? 13 Wherefore was not I obedient vnto the voyce of my teachers, and hearkened not vnto them that enfourmed me? 14 I was come almost into all misfortune, in the middest of the multitude and congregation. Proverbs 5:1-14, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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