15. The labour of fools wearieth them, because they know not how to go to the city.
16. Woe to thee, O land, when thy king is a child, and thy princes eat in the morning!
17. Happy art thou, O land, when thy king is a son of nobles, and thy princes eat in due season, for strength, and not for drunkenness!
18. By much sloth fulness the framework falleth in; and through idleness of the hands the house drippeth.
19. A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh life merry; but money answereth everything.
20. Curse not the king, no, not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber: for the bird of the air will carry the voice, and that which hath wings will tell the matter.