16Woe to thee, O lande, when thy King is a childe, and thy princes eate in the morning.
17Blessed art thou, O land, when thy King is the sonne of nobles, and thy princes eate in time, for strength and not for drunkennesse.
18By slouthfulnes the roofe of the house goeth to decaie, and by the ydlenesse of the handes the house droppeth through.
19They prepare bread for laughter, and wine comforteth the liuing, but siluer answereth to all.