- Woe to thee, O land, when thy king is a child, and thy princes eat in the morning!
- Blessed art thou, O land, when thy king is the son of nobles, and thy princes eat in due season, for strength, and not for drunkenness!
- By much slothfulness the building decayeth; and through idleness of the hands the house droppeth through.
- A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry: but money answereth all things.
- 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.