Young, or bent with many winters; rich, or poor whate'er thy guest,
Honour him for thine own honour—better is he than the best.
"Pity them that crave thy pity: who art thou to stint thy hoard,
When the holy moon shines equal on the leper and the lord?"
When thy gate is roughly fastened, and the asker turns away,
Thence he bears thy good deeds with him, and his sins on thee doth lay.
In the house the husband ruleth; men the Brahman "master" call;
Agni is the Twice-born's Master—but the guest is lord of all.
"He who does and thinks no wrong—
He who suffers, being strong—
He whose harmlessness men know—
Unto Swarga such doth go."
"In the land where no wise men are, men of little wit are lords;
And the castor-oil's a tree, where no tree else its shade affords."
"Foe is friend, and friend is foe,
As our actions make them so."