Thine eyes do look straightforward, And thine eyelids look straight before thee.

The lips of the righteous delight many, And fools for lack of heart die.

A rash speaker is like piercings of a sword, And the tongue of the wise is healing.

In the multitude of a people is the honour of a king, And in lack of people the ruin of a prince.

Answer not a fool according to his folly, Lest thou be like to him -- even thou.

Whoso is giving to the poor hath no lack, And whoso is hiding his eyes multiplied curses.

In the multiplying of the wicked transgression multiplieth, And the righteous on their fall do look.

To the leech are two daughters, 'Give, give, Lo, three things are not satisfied, Four have not said 'Sufficiency;'