Where the roads go into the town her cry goes out, at the doorways her voice is loud:

Where there is much talk there will be no end to sin, but he who keeps his mouth shut does wisely.

Where there are no oxen, their food-place is clean; but much increase comes through the strength of the ox.

Better is a simple meal where love is, than a fat ox and hate with it.

Where there are no wise suggestions, purposes come to nothing; but by a number of wise guides they are made certain.

Most men make no secret of their kind acts: but where is a man of good faith to be seen?

Without wood, the fire goes out; and where there is no secret talk, argument is ended.

Where there is no vision, the people are uncontrolled; but he who keeps the law will be happy.

It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to take wine, or for rulers to say, Where is strong drink?