Lo, thou art a landmark on a hill; thy little ones copy thee in all things:
Let, then, thy religion be perfect: so shalt thou be honoured in thy house.
Be instructed in all wisdom, and communicate that thou knowest,
Otherwise thy learning is hidden, and thus thou seemest unwise.
A sluggard hath no respect; an epicure commandeth not reverence;
Meanness is always despicable, and folly provoketh contempt.
Those parents are best honoured whose characters best deserve it;
Show me a child undutiful, I shall know where to look for a foolish father:
Never hath a father done his duty, and lived to be despised of his son:
But how can that son reverence an example he dare not follow?