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He like an ox to slaughter walks;
Her wiles him onward drave.
He like a fool went to the stocks,
correction to receive
XXI
He like a weak, and silly bird,
did hasten to the snare;
That he with sense might bed and board;
unmindful death was there
XXII
But while vice does her bliss impart
unto the simple one;
Quick thro' his liver strikes a dart,
then all his pleasure's gone.
XXIII
O children young do not defer,
attend unto the word;
Let not your hearts incline to her
That leads you from the Lord
XXIV
Go not astray; her path still shun;
keep wisdom in your view;
For numbers great she hath cast down,
and wounded many too
