[5] Edinburgh ms. xl, p. 28, and Brussels ms. 5100, fo. 86a:
Fuil tréide dianab buidech rí gréine:
óenta bráthar, comrád (fodail Ed.) cert, altóir Dé do thimthirecht.
Woe to the three folk in horrid hell of great blasts: folk who practise poetry, folk who violate their orders, mercenaries.[6]
[6] LB., p. 236, marg. inf.:
Mairg na trí lucht a n-iffirn úathmar anside:
óes dogní dán, óes choilles grád, óes amsaine.
Three things there are which do not behove the poor of living God: ingratitude for his life whatever it be, grumbling, and flattery.[7]
[7] LB., p. 238, marg. inf.:
Fuil trí ní ná dlegair do bocht Dé bí:
dimmda da bethaid cipé, cesacht ocus aibéle.
The following modern triads I owe to a communication from Dr. P.W. Joyce, who heard them in his youth among the people of Limerick:—
Three things to be distrusted: a cow's horn, a dog's tooth, and a horse's hoof.