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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

He like a weak, and silly bird,

did hasten to the snare;

That he with sense might bed and board;

unmindful death was there

But while vice does her bliss impart

unto the simple one;

Quick thro' his liver strikes a dart,

then all his pleasure's gone.

O children young do not defer,

attend unto the word;

Let not your hearts incline to her

That leads you from the Lord

Go not astray; her path still shun;

keep wisdom in your view;

For numbers great she hath cast down,

and wounded many too