All things are full of labor; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

I made me pools of water, to water with them the wood that bringeth forth trees:

Be not rash with thy mouth, and let not thy heart be hasty to utter any thing before God: for God is in heaven, and thou upon earth: therefore let thy words be few.

Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth an offensive odor: so doth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honor.