How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and, scoffers, in scoffing, delight them? and, dullards, hate knowledge?

Do not forsake her, and she will guard thee, - love her and she will keep thee.

A loving hind! a graceful doe! let, her bosom, content thee at all times, and, in her love, mayst thou stray evermore.

I love, them who love me, and, they who diligently seek me, find me:

That I may cause them who love me to inherit substance, and, their treasuries, I may fill.

But, he that misseth me, wrongeth his own soul, all who hate me, love death.

Do not reprove a scoffer, lest he hate thee, Reprove a wise man, and he will love thee.

Hatred, stirreth up strifes, but, over all transgressions, love throweth a covering.

Better is an allowance of herbs, and love, there, than a fatted ox, and hatred therewith.

He that hideth a transgression, seeketh love, but, he that repeateth a matter, separateth intimate friends.

At all times, doth a friend love, and, a brother for distress, must be born.

Do not love sleep, lest thou come to poverty, open thine eyes, be satisfied with bread.

Better is a rebuke that is open, than love carefully concealed.