Proverbs 5:3
For the lippes of an harlot are a droppinge hony combe, and hir throte is softer then oyle.
For the lippes of an harlot are a droppinge hony combe, and hir throte is softer then oyle.
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4 But at ye last she is as bitter as wormwod, and as sharpe as a two edged swerde.
2 yt thou mayest regarde good councell, and that thy lippes maye kepe nurtoure.
5 that she maye kepe ye fro ye strauge woma, & fro ye harlot which geueth swete wordes.
24 that they maye kepe the fro the euell woman, & from the flaterynge tonge of the harlott:
25 yt thou lust not after her beuty in thine herte, & lest thou be take wt hir fayre lokes.
26 An harlot wil make a ma to begg his bred, but a maried woman wil hunt for ye precious life.
14 The mouth of an harlot is a depe pytt, wherin he falleth that ye LORDE is angrie withall.
16 That thou mayest be delyuered also from the straunge woman, and from her that is not thine owne: which geueth swete wordes,
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?
27 For an whore is a depe graue, and an harlot is a narow pytt.
21 Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with hir flateringe lippes she wanne him.
22 Immediatly he foloweth her, as it were an oxeled to the slaughter (and like as it were to the stockes, where fooles are punyshed)
11 Thy lippes (o my spouse) droppe as the hony combe, yee mylck and hony is vnder thy tonge, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of frankynsense.
32 It goeth downe softly, but at the last it byteth like a serpet, and styngeth as an Adder.
33 So shal thine eyes loke vnto straunge women, & thine herte shal muse vpon frowarde thinges.
20 Soch is the waye also of a wyfe yt breaketh wedlocke, which wypeth hir mouth like as wha she hath eate, & sayeth: As for me, I haue done no harme.
8 Kepe thy waye farre from her, and come not nye ye dores of hir house.
25 Let not thine herte wandre in hir wayes, & be not thou disceaued in hir pathes.
9 and thy throte like the best wyne. This shalbe pure & cleare for my loue, his lippes and teth shal haue their pleasure.
15 A mouth of vnderstodinge is more worth then golde, many precious stones, and costly Iewels.
12 now is she without, now i ye stretes, & lurketh i euery corner)
13 she caught ye yoge ma, kyssed him & was not ashamed, sayege:
13 His chekes are like a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaryes plate all maner of swete thinges: His lippes droppe as the floures of the most pryncipall Myrre,
6 She regardeth not the path of life, so vnstedfast are hir wayes, that thou canst not knowe them.
16 He that refrayneth her, refrayneth the wynde, and holdeth oyle fast in his hode.
32 but as a wife yt breaketh wedlocke, & taketh other in steade of hir hu?bode.
2 O that thy mouth wolde geue me a kysse, for yi brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne,
21 O cast thy burthen (or care) vpon the LORDE, he shal norish the, and not leaue the rightuous in vnquietnesse.
26 And I founde, that a woman is bytterer then death: for she is a very angle, hir hert is a nett, and hir handes are cheynes. Who so pleaseth God shal escape from her, but the synner will be taken wt her.
24 Put awaye from the a frowarde mouth, and let the lippes of slaunder be farre from the.
3 Thy lippes are like a rose coloured rybende, thy wordes are louely: thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes that which lyed hyd within.
17 Hir wayes are pleasaunt wayes, and all hir pathes are peaceable.
5 Let no man beleue his frende, ner put his confidece in a prince. Kepe the porte of thy mouth, from her yt lieth in thy bosome:
23 The herte of the wyse enfourmeth his mouth, and amendeth ye doctryne in his lyppes.
24 Fayre wordes are an hony combe, a refreshinge of ye mynde, & health of ye bones.
22 A fayre woman without discrete maners, is like a rynge of golde in a swynes snoute.
12 The wordes out of a wyse mans mouth are gracious, but the lippes of a foole wil destroye himself.
18 for it is a pleasaunt thinge yf thou kepe it in thine herte, and practise it in thy mouth:
103 O how swete are thy wordes vnto my throte? Yee more the hony vnto my mouth.
26 She openeth hir mouth with wy?dome, & in hir toge is the lawe of grace.
32 The lippes of the rightuous are occupied in acceptable thinges, but the mouth of the vngodly taketh them to the worst.
23 Venymous lippes & a wicked herte, are like a potsherde couered wt syluer drosse.
21 Who so hath a wyse vnderstondinge, is called to councell: but he yt can speake fayre, getteth more riches.
10 And beholde, there mett him a woma in an harlottes apparell
2 Let another ma prayse the, & not thine owne mouth: yee other folkes lippes, and not thyne.
7 A fooles mouth is his owne destruccion, and his lippes are ye snare for his owne soule.
10 More pleasunt are they then golde, yee then moch fyne golde: sweter then hony & the hony combe.
7 A wyse mouth poureth out knowlege, but ye herte of the foolish doth not so.
17 stollen waters are swete, & the bred that is preuely eaten, hath a good taist.