||For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and
her mouth is smoother than oil:
||But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged
||Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let
us solace ourselves with loves.
||With her much fair speech she caused him to yield, with
the flattering of her lips she forced him.
||He that goeth about as a talebearer revealeth secrets:
therefore meddle not with him that flattereth with his lips.
||He that blesseth his friend with a loud voice, rising
early in the morning, it shall be counted a curse to him.