Certayn chapters take[n] out of the Proverbs of Salomo[n] wyth other chapters of the holy Scripture; & certayne Psalmes of David, translated into English metre, by Iohn Hall. Whych Proverbes of late were set forth, Imprinted and untruely entituled, to be thee doynges of Mayster Thomas Sternhold ... as by thys Copye it may be perceaved |
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| v. | [Al harlottes fle, thine honour saue] |
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[Al harlottes fle, thine honour saue]
Argumentum. Cha. v.
Al harlottes fle, thine honour sauethy yeres spende not in vayne
Of thine owne floure enioy the fruyte
straunge loue also refrayne.
My
sōne geue eare & that wt spede
my wisdō folow thou
With good pretēce to wysdōs scole
thine eares se ye thou bowe
So that thou doest regard alway,
my ryght and good counsell
And ye thy lyppes may nurtour kepe
lykewyse in speakinge wel
The flatterynge lyppes of wycked whores
may wel compared be
To hony combes whych do dystyll
as we do often see
Whose wordes appeare vnto thine eares
as smoth as any oyle
But thou art lyke wtout good hede,
to take the shame and foyle
And in the ende thee pleasure paste,
assured mayst thou be
The bitter tast of wormewood shal
more pleasaunt seme to the
And so lykewise more sharpe she is,
the swerde of stele wel wroughte
Which on both sides wt cuttīg edge
mans lyfe doth brynge to nought
Forsaken she hath the path of lyfe,
vnstedfast is her waye
So that thou shalt it neuer knowe
what euer she doeth saye
Her fete do leade the waye to death
her steppes do leade to hel
The same be alwayes wanderyng,
and in no place can dwell
Geue eare therfore my sōne alway,
and herke well vnto me
And on the wordes of my wise mouth
attendaunte se thou be
Estraunge thy self as farre frō her
as euer that thou maye
And come not nie her dores nor house
by nyght nor yet by day
And do thou not thine honor geue
vnto an other one
Nor yet the fruite of thy lōg yeres,
to suche as be thy fone
That wyth thy ryches other men,
theyr houses do not fyll
Nor wt thy paines a straūgers house
be stuft agaynst thy wyl
Leste that yu mourne, but all to late
vpon a wofull daye
Whē thou hast spēt both life & good
and be compelde to saye
Alas why did I nourtour hate
why did myne harte despyse
The learning pure yt I was taught
which wolde haue made me wyse
Why was I not obedient,
to them that dyd me teach
And harkened not to thē the which,
so much to me dyd preache.
Wherfore almost all care & griefe,
is casten me vpon
In the mydst of thy multitude,
and congregacyon
To vse the drinke of thine own wel
is sure a pleasaūt thynge
And of the brooke that floweth frō
the heade of thyne owne sprynge
Suffer the same to ouerflowe,
as ryuers to the bryncke
That water pure the neady may,
of them at al tymes dryncke
Yet let them be thyne owne onelye,
yf nede of them thou hast
And the straunge mā kepe well frō them
yf long they may not last
Likewise be glad of thine own wife
depart thou not her froo
A louing hynd thou shalt her haue,
yf frendely be thy Roo
The brestes of her se that alwayes,
suffisaunt be to the
And with her loue hold the contēte
so shal you best agre
Wherfore (my sōne) why wilt thou haue
in harlots such delite
And doest embrace thy neyghbours wyfe
and doest to him such spite
Remembre that of eche mans lyfe,
the trade in the lordes syght
Apereth playn, which he doth iudge
accordynge vnto ryghte
And of mans steppes wt watchfull eies
the nombre hath he told
And doth his wayes wt iudgemente ryght
cōsider and behold
The wickednes of an yll mā
shal catch hym selfe at last
And wt the snares of hys own sinne
he shalbe trapped fast
Because he woulde not learned be
death shal hym ouercome
And headlonge for hys folyshnes,
to Sathā shall he ronne
my wisdō folow thou
With good pretēce to wysdōs scole
thine eares se ye thou bowe
So that thou doest regard alway,
my ryght and good counsell
And ye thy lyppes may nurtour kepe
lykewyse in speakinge wel
The flatterynge lyppes of wycked whores
may wel compared be
To hony combes whych do dystyll
as we do often see
Whose wordes appeare vnto thine eares
as smoth as any oyle
But thou art lyke wtout good hede,
to take the shame and foyle
And in the ende thee pleasure paste,
assured mayst thou be
The bitter tast of wormewood shal
more pleasaunt seme to the
the swerde of stele wel wroughte
Which on both sides wt cuttīg edge
mans lyfe doth brynge to nought
Forsaken she hath the path of lyfe,
vnstedfast is her waye
So that thou shalt it neuer knowe
what euer she doeth saye
Her fete do leade the waye to death
her steppes do leade to hel
The same be alwayes wanderyng,
and in no place can dwell
Geue eare therfore my sōne alway,
and herke well vnto me
And on the wordes of my wise mouth
attendaunte se thou be
Estraunge thy self as farre frō her
as euer that thou maye
And come not nie her dores nor house
by nyght nor yet by day
And do thou not thine honor geue
vnto an other one
Nor yet the fruite of thy lōg yeres,
to suche as be thy fone
theyr houses do not fyll
Nor wt thy paines a straūgers house
be stuft agaynst thy wyl
Leste that yu mourne, but all to late
vpon a wofull daye
Whē thou hast spēt both life & good
and be compelde to saye
Alas why did I nourtour hate
why did myne harte despyse
The learning pure yt I was taught
which wolde haue made me wyse
Why was I not obedient,
to them that dyd me teach
And harkened not to thē the which,
so much to me dyd preache.
Wherfore almost all care & griefe,
is casten me vpon
In the mydst of thy multitude,
and congregacyon
To vse the drinke of thine own wel
is sure a pleasaūt thynge
And of the brooke that floweth frō
the heade of thyne owne sprynge
as ryuers to the bryncke
That water pure the neady may,
of them at al tymes dryncke
Yet let them be thyne owne onelye,
yf nede of them thou hast
And the straunge mā kepe well frō them
yf long they may not last
Likewise be glad of thine own wife
depart thou not her froo
A louing hynd thou shalt her haue,
yf frendely be thy Roo
The brestes of her se that alwayes,
suffisaunt be to the
And with her loue hold the contēte
so shal you best agre
Wherfore (my sōne) why wilt thou haue
in harlots such delite
And doest embrace thy neyghbours wyfe
and doest to him such spite
Remembre that of eche mans lyfe,
the trade in the lordes syght
Apereth playn, which he doth iudge
accordynge vnto ryghte
the nombre hath he told
And doth his wayes wt iudgemente ryght
cōsider and behold
The wickednes of an yll mā
shal catch hym selfe at last
And wt the snares of hys own sinne
he shalbe trapped fast
Because he woulde not learned be
death shal hym ouercome
And headlonge for hys folyshnes,
to Sathā shall he ronne
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