The .vi. Chapter.
Go to the Emmet thou sluggarde, consider her wayes, and learne to be wyse. She hath no guide nor ouersear, nor ruler, yet in the sommer she pro∣uideth her meate, and gathereth her foode togy∣ther in the haruest.
These syre thynges doth the lorde hate, and the seuenth he vtterly abhorreth. Aproude looke, A lying tongue, handes that shedde innocente bloude, an hearte that goeth aboute with wicked ymaginacion, feete that be swift in running to do mischiefe. A false witnes that bryngeth vp lyes. And suche one as soweth discord among brethrē.
An harlot wyll make a manne to begge his breade.
Maye a man take fyre in his bosome, and his clothes not be brente? Or can one go vpon hoote coales, and his feete not be hurte? Euen so, who so euer goeth into his neyghbours wyfe, and tou∣cheth her, cannot be vngyltye.