7 Verily, that woman will contrive that thou shall loosen the pin of it. Yea, in thy clumsiness, thou shalt bring it down.
8 For it is a snare with which she seeketh to entrap thee; and the cunning of her maketh thee her tool in the matter of thine own enticement.
9 List not to the voice of the tale-bearer, and the scandalmonger shalt thou abhor with a great abhorrence.
10 For what hast thou to do with virtue? And who art thou to prescribe thy neighbour's life?
11 Verily, rumour raceth like the wind; it groweth quicker than light when the sun riseth. And scandal, it is the father of more children than are.
12 Judge not a man according to the look of him, else shalt thou be many times deceived.
13 For the brightest button, is it the chief upon thy raiment? Nay, neither doth it support thy necessary garment.
14 The young man, he loveth easily, but at two score years he waxeth discreet.
15 The damsel, she loveth easily, and at two score years she waxeth easier.
16 In the heat of the desert, then think of Hell, for it is a pleasant thought that will comfort thee somewhat.