Among the sons of men.
[a]29]. Often he speaks | who never is still
With words that win no faith; [[35]]
The babbling tongue, | if a bridle it find not,
Oft for itself sings ill.
[a]30]. In mockery no one | a man shall hold,
Although he fare to the feast;
Wise seems one oft, | if nought he is asked,
And safely he sits dry-skinned.
[a]31]. Wise a guest holds it | to take to his heels,