And whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them; I did not withhold my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced in all my labor, and this was my part of all my labor.

Good the last of a word above its beginning: good slowness of spirit above pride of spirit

Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber: for a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.

Send forth thy bread on the face of the waters, For in the multitude of the days thou dost find it.