My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
I care for riches, to make gifts.
This is what it means to be a slave; to be abused and bear it; compelled by violence to suffer wrong.
According to success do we gain a reputation for judgement.
The brash unbridled tongue, the lawless folly of fools, will end in pain. But the life of wise content is blest with quietness, escapes the storm and keeps its house secure.
I envy that man who passes through life safely, to the world and fame unknown.