The Antheme.
Wisdome cryeth out in the stree∣tes: If any man loueth wisdome, let him bowe to me and he shal find her out: and he that hath found her,
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Wisdome cryeth out in the stree∣tes: If any man loueth wisdome, let him bowe to me and he shal find her out: and he that hath found her,
happie is he if he can keepe her.