The sluggard buries his hand in the dish; it wears him out to bring it back to his mouth.
The sluggard is wiser in his own eyes than seven men who can answer discreetly.
He who meddles in a quarrel not his own is like one who takes a passing dog by the ears.
Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows, and death,
is the man who deceives his neighbor and says, "I am only joking!"
For lack of wood the fire goes out; and where there is no whisperer, quarreling ceases.
As charcoal to hot embers and wood to fire, so is a quarrelsome man for kindling strife.
The words of a whisperer are like delicious morsels; they go down into the inner parts of the body.
Like the glaze covering an earthen vessel are smooth lips with an evil heart.
He who hates, dissembles with his lips and harbors deceit in his heart;
when he speaks graciously, believe him not, for there are seven abominations in his heart;