Let thy well-spring be blessed, - and get thy joy from the wife of thy youth: -

Deceit, is in the heart of contrivers of mischief, but, to the counsellors of peace, shall be joy.

The heart, knoweth its own bitterness, and, in its joy, no stranger shareth.

Folly, is joy to him that lacketh sense, - but, a man of understanding, taketh a straight course.

A man hath joy, in the answer of his own mouth, and, a word in its season, - how good!

It is a joy, to a righteous man, to do justice, but, dismay, to the workers of iniquity.