1 Sones, here ye the teching of the fadir; and perseiue ye, that ye kunne prudence.2 Y schal yyue to you a good yifte; forsake ye not my lawe.3 For whi and Y was the sone of my fadir, a tendir sone, and oon gendride bifore my modir.4 And my fadir tauyte me, and seide, Thin herte resseyue my wordis; kepe thou myn heestis, and thou schalt lyue.5 Welde thou wisdom, welde thou prudence; foryete thou not, nethir bowe thou awey fro the wordis of my mouth.6 Forsake thou not it, and it schal kepe thee; loue thou it, and it schal kepe thee.