2The feare of the King is like the roaring of a lyon: hee that prouoketh him vnto anger, sinneth against his owne soule.
3It is a mans honour to cease from strife: but euery foole will be medling.
4The slouthfull will not plowe, because of winter: therefore shall he beg in sommer, but haue nothing.
5The counsell in the heart of man is like deepe waters: but a man that hath vnderstanding, will drawe it out.
6Many men wil boast, euery one of his owne goodnes: but who can finde a faithfull man?
7He that walketh in his integritie, is iust: and blessed shall his children be after him.
8A King that sitteth in the throne of iudgement, chaseth away all euill with his eyes.
9Who can say, I haue made mine heart cleane, I am cleane from my sinne?
10Diuers weightes, and diuers measures, both these are euen abomination vnto the Lord.