A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,

Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.

In the heart of the intelligent wisdom doth rest. And in the midst of fools it is known.

Better is a dry morsel, and rest with it, Than a house full of the sacrifices of strife.

A wise man is judged by the foolish man, And he hath been angry, And he hath laughed, and there is no rest.