He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.
That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.
The covetous person is full of fear; and he or she who lives in fear will ever be a slave.
Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.