The toil of a fool wearies him, for he does not know 1the way to the city.
162Woe to you, O land, when your king is a child, and your princes feast in the morning!
Happy are you, O land, when your king is the son of the nobility, and your princes feast at the proper time, for strength, and not for 3drunkenness!
Through sloth the roof sinks in, and through indolence the house leaks.
Bread is made for laughter, and 4wine gladdens life, and 5money answers everything.
Even in your thoughts, 6do not curse the king, nor in your 7bedroom curse the rich, for a bird of the air will carry your voice, or some winged creature tell the matter.