The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.

Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted to them.

Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care away, and teaches new means for the accomplishment of our wishes.

Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.

A crafty knave needs no broker.

Friends fly away when the cask has been drained to the dregs.

The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.