For there is no remembrance of a wise man, more than of a dullard, unto times age-abiding, - seeing that, already, in the days to come, all hath been forgotten, how then cometh it that the wise man dieth equally with the dullard?

Moreover, if two lie together, then have they warmth, - but how can, one, have warmth?

Better a boy poor and wise, - than a king, old and stupid, who knoweth not how to take warning any longer.

The toil of dullards, shall weary a man, that he knoweth not how to go into the city.

How happy art thou, O land, when thy king is a son of nobles, - and, thy rulers, in season, do eat, for strength, and not for debauchery.