Say thou to wisdom, Thou art my sister; and call thou prudence thy love.
I said to rot, Thou art my father; and to worms, Ye be my mother, and my sister.
Bind thou it in thy fingers; write thou it in the tables of thine heart.
That it keep thee from a strange woman; and from an alien woman, that maketh her words sweet.
Who may grant to me thee, my brother, sucking the teats of my mother, that I find thee alone without-forth, and that I kiss thee, and no man despise me then?