That thou mayest be delivered also from the strange woman, and from her that is not thine own: which giveth sweet words,
She was full of loud words and ready to dally: whose feet could not abide in the house. Now is she without, now in the streets, and lurketh in every corner. She caught the young man, kissed him, and was not ashamed, saying, read more.
"I had a vow to pay, and this day I perform it. Therefore came I forth to meet thee, that I might seek thy face, and so I have found thee. I have decked my bed with coverings and clothes of Egypt. My bed have I made to smell of Myrrh, Aloes, and Cinnamon. Come, let us lie together, and take our pleasure till it be daylight. For the goodman is not at home, he is gone far off. He hath taken the bag of money with him: who can tell when he cometh home?" Thus with many sweet words she overcame him, and with her flattering lips she enticed him suddenly to follow her - as it were an ox to the slaughter, and like as it were a fool that laugheth when he goeth to the stocks to be punished - so long till she hath wounded his liver with her dart: like as if a bird hasted to the snare, not knowing that the peril of his life lieth thereupon. Hear me now therefore, O my son, and mark the words of my mouth. Let not thine heart wander in her ways, and be thou not deceived in her paths. For many a one hath she wounded and cast down, yea many a strong man hath she slain. Her houses are the way to hell, where men go down into the chambers of death.
A foolish restless woman, full of words, and such one as hath no knowledge,
sitteth in the doors of her house upon a stool above in the city, to call such as go by, and walk straight in their ways. read more.
"Who so is ignorant," sayeth she, "let him come hither." And to the unwise she sayeth, "Stolen waters are sweet, and the bread that is privily eaten, hath a good taste." But they consider not that death is there, and that her guests go down to hell.