It is the still and silent sea that drowns a man
Let him speak soft words and offer wealth who longs for a
woman's love
No friend is he who but flatters
The madman often tells the truth
Two heads cut off and thrown high
into the tree have only the winds with which to scheme
You don't have to put out the fire
when all is ash
Whim rules the child, and weather the
field, each is open to chance
Seek not ever to draw to thyself in
love-whispering to another's wife
Tell not ever an evil man if
misfortunes thee befall
The man that walks his own road, will
always walks alone
The shame you cannot lift away, you
had better let lie
Never in speech with a foolish knave
should thou waste a single word
Brawl with a pig and you go away with his
stink
I saw and was silent, I saw and
pondered, I listened to the speech of men
Be never the first with friend of thine
to break the bond of fellowship
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