3Bind thou it in thy fingers; write thou it in the tables of thine heart.
4Say thou to wisdom, Thou art my sister; and call thou prudence thy love.
5That it keep thee from a strange woman; and from an alien woman, that maketh her words sweet.
6For she saith, For why from the window of mine house, by the lattice, I beheld;
7and I see little children, that is, fools that have little wit. I behold a young man coward or the sorry-hearted young man,
8that passeth by or through the streets, beside the corner; and he goeth nigh the way of her house,