¶ Make not thy boast of to morrow, for thou knowest not what may happen to day.
¶ Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth: yea other folk's lips and not thine.
¶ The stone is heavy, and the sand weighty: but a fool's wrath is heavier than they both. Wrath is a cruel thing, and furriousness is a very tempest: yea who is able to abide envy?
¶ An open rebuke is better than secret love. Faithful are the wounds of a lover, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
¶ He that is full, abhoreth an honeycomb: but unto him that is hungry, every sour thing is sweet.
¶ He that oft times flitteth, is like a bird that forsaketh her nest.
¶ The heart is glad of a sweet ointment and savour, but a stomach that can give good counsel, rejoiceth a man's neighbour. Thine own friend, and thy father's friend, see thou forsake not, but go not into thy brother's house in time of thy trouble. Better is a friend at hand than a brother far off.
¶ My son, be wise, and thou shalt make me a glad heart: so that I shall make answer unto my rebukers.
¶ A wise man seeing the plague will hide himself, as for fools they go on still, and suffer harm.
¶ Take his garment that is surety for a stranger, and take a pledge of him for the unknown man's sake.
¶ He that is too hasty to praise his neighbour above measure, shall be taken as one that giveth him an evil report.
¶ A brawling woman and the roof of the house dropping in a rainy day, may well be compared together. He that refraineth her, refraineth the wind, and holdeth oil fast in his hand.
¶ Like as one iron wheteth another, so doth one man comfort another.
¶ Who so keepeth his fig tree, shall enjoy the fruits thereof: he that waiteth upon his master, shall come to honour.
¶ Like as in one water there appear divers faces, even so divers men have divers hearts.
¶ Like as hell and destruction are never full, even so the eyes of men can never be satisfied.
¶ Silver is tried in the mould, and gold in the furnace, and so is a man, when he is openly praised to his face.
¶ Though thou shouldest bray a fool with a pedestal in a mortar like oatmeal, yet will not his foolishness go from him.
¶ See that thou know the number of thy cattle thy self, and look well to thy flocks. For riches abide not away, and the crown endureth not for ever. The hay groweth, the grass cometh up, and herbs are gathered in the mountains. The lambs shall clothe thee, and for the goats thou shalt have money to thy husbandry. Thou shalt have goats' milk enough to feed thee, to uphold thy household, and to sustain thy maidens.