1
Dead flies cause the oyntment of the Apothecarie to send foorth a stinking sauour: so doeth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisedome and honour.
2
A wise mans heart is at his right hand: but a fooles heart at his left.
3
Yea also when hee that is a foole walketh by the way, his wisedome faileth him, and hee saith to euery one that he is a foole.
4
If the spirit of the ruler rise vp against thee, leaue not thy place;
for yeelding pacifieth great offences.
5
There is an euill which I haue seene vnder the Sunne, as an errour, which proceedeth from the ruler.
6
Folly is set in great dignitie;
and the rich sit in lowe place.
7
I haue seene seruants vpon horses, and princes walking as seruants vpon the earth.
8
He that diggeth a pit, shall fall into it;
and who so breaketh an hedge, a serpent shall bite him.
9
Who so remoueth stones, shall be hurt therewith: and hee that cleaueth wood, shalbe endangered thereby.
10
If the yron be blunt, and he doe not whet the edge, then must he put to more strength: but wisedome is profitable to direct.
11
Surely the serpent will bite without inchauntment, and a babbler is no better.
12
The words of a wise mans mouth are gratious: but the lips of a foole will swallow vp himselfe.
13
The beginning of the words of his mouth is foolishnesse: and the end of his talke is mischieuous madnesse.
14
A foole also is full of words;
a man cannot tell what shall be;
and what shall bee after him who can tell him?
15
The labour of the foolish wearyeth euery one of them;
because hee knoweth not how to goe to the citie.
16
Woe to thee, O land, when thy king is a child, and thy princes eate in the morning.
17
Blessed art thou, O land, when thy king is the sonne of nobles, and thy princes eate in due season, for strength, and not for drunkennesse.
18
By much slouthfulnesse the building decayeth;
and through idlenesse of the hands the house droppeth through.
19
A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry: but money answereth all things.
20
Curse not the king, no not in thy thought, and curse not the rich in thy bed-chamber: for a bird of the aire shall carry the voyce, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.