3 for the lippis of an hoore ben an hony coomb droppinge, and hir throte is clerere than oile;4 but the last thingis ben bittir as wormod, and hir tunge is scharp as a swerd keruynge on ech side.5 Hir feet gon doun in to deeth; and hir steppis persen to hellis.6 Tho goon not bi the path of lijf; hir steppis ben vncerteyn, and moun not be souyt out.7 Now therfor, my sone, here thou me, and go not awei fro the wordis of my mouth.8 Make fer thi weie fro hir, and neiye thou not to the doris of hir hous.9 Yyue thou not thin onour to aliens, and thi yeeris to the cruel;