And when the ass saw the angel standing, she fell under the feet of the rider: who being angry beat her sides more vehemently with a staff.
A wise man feareth and declineth from evil: the fool leapeth over and is confident.
You know, my dearest brethren. And let every man be swift to hear, but slow to speak, and slow to anger.
And nevertheless, the angel going on to a narrow place, where there was no way to turn aside either to the right hand or to the left, stood to meet him.