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BB PRO Chapter 7

7 My sonne kepe my words, and lay vp my commaundements by thee. 2 Kepe my commaundementes & my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt liue. 3 Binde them vpon thy fingers, and wryte them in the table of thyne heart. 4 Say vnto wysdome, thou art my sister: and call vnderstanding thy kinsewoman: 5 That they may kepe thee from the straunge woman, and from the forraine woman which geueth sweete wordes. 6 For at the windowe of my house I loked through the windowe, 7 And behelde among the simple people and among the chyldren a young man voyde of wyt, 8 Goyng ouer the streate by the corner in the way towarde her house 9 In the twylight of the euening, when it began nowe to be night and darke: 10 And behold there met hym a woman with open tokens of an harlot, onlye her heart was hid: 11 She was full of loude wordes and redye to dallie, whose feete coulde not abide in the house: 12 Nowe is she without, nowe in the streates, and lyeth in wayte at euery corner. 13 She caught hym and kissed him, and was not ashamed, saying: 14 I had a vowe of peace offeringes to pay, and this day I perfourme it: 15 Therefore came I foorth to meete thee, that I might seeke thy face, and so haue I founde thee. 16 I haue deckt my bed with coueringes of tapessarie, and clothes of Egypt. 17 My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes, and Cinamon. 18 Come let vs take our fill of loue vntyll the morning, and let vs solace our selues with 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 money with hym, and wyll returne at the appointed solempne feast. 21 Thus with many sweete wordes she ouercame him, and with her flattering lippes she entised hym. 22 Sodainly he folowed her, as it were an oxe led to the slaughter, and lyke as it were a foole that laugheth when he goeth to the stockes to be punished, 23 So long tyll she had wounded his lyuer with her dart: lyke as if a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowing that the perill of his life lieth thervpon. 24 Heare me now therfore O my chylde, and marke the wordes of my mouth: 25 Let not thyne heart wander in her wayes, and be not thou deceaued in her pathes. 26 For many one hath she wounded and cast downe, yea many a strong man hath ben slaine by the meanes of her. 27 Her house is the way vnto hell, and bryng men downe into the chaumbers of death.

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