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¹ My sonne, geue hede vnto my wysdome, & bowe thine eare vnto my prudece:² yt thou mayest regarde good councell, and that thy lippes maye kepe nurtoure.³ For the lippes of an harlot are a droppinge hony combe, and hir throte is softer then oyle.⁴ But at ye last she is as bitter as wormwod, and as sharpe as a two edged swerde.⁵ Hir fete go downe vnto death, and hir steppes pearse thorow vnto hell.⁶ She regardeth not the path of life, so vnstedfast are hir wayes, that thou canst not knowe them.⁷ Heare me therfore (o my sonne) and departe not fro the wordes of my mouth.⁸ Kepe thy waye farre from her, and come not nye ye dores of hir house.⁹ That thou geue not thine honor vnto another, and thy yeares to the cruell.¹⁰ That other men be not fylled with thy goodes, & that thy labours come not in a straunge house.¹¹ Yee that thou mourne not at the last (when thou hast spent thy body and goodes)¹² and then saye: Alas, why hated I nurtoure? why dyd my hert despyse correccion?¹³ Wherfore was not I obedient vnto the voyce of my teachers, & herkened not vnto them that infourmed me?¹⁴ I am come almost in to all mysfortune, in the myddest of the multitude and congregacion.

¹⁵ Drinke of the water of thine owne well, and of the ryuers that runne out of thine owne spriges.¹⁶ Let yi welles flowe out a brode, that there maye be ryuers of water in the stretes.¹⁷ But let them be only thine owne, & not straungers with the.¹⁸ Let thy well be blessed, and be glad with the wife of thy youth.¹⁹ Louynge is the hynde, and frendly is the Roo: let her brestes alwaye satisfie the, and holde the euer content with hir loue.²⁰ My sonne, why wilt thou haue pleasure in an harlot, and embrace the bosome of another woma?²¹ For euery mas wayes are open in the sight of the LORDE, and he podereth all their goinges.²² The wickednesses of the vngodly shal catch himself, and with the snares of his owne synnes shal he be trapped.²³ Because he wolde not be refourmed, he shal dye: and for his greate foolishnesse he shal be destroyed.