A foolish son is the grief of his father: and a wrangling wife is like a roof continually dropping through.
Roofs dropping through in a cold day, and a contentious woman are alike.
It is better to sit in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling women, and in a common house.
A wise son maketh the father glad: but a foolish son is the sorrow of his mother.
It is better to sit m a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman, and in a common house.
It is better to dwell in a wilderness, than with a quarrelsome and passionate woman.
A foolish son is the anger of the father: and the sorrow of the mother that bore him.
A fool is born to his own disgrace: and even his father shall not rejoice in a fool.
Waters wear away the stones: and with inundation the ground by little and little is washed away. So in like manner thou shalt destroy man.
A wise son maketh a father joyful: but the foolish man despiseth his mother.
He that is a friend loveth at all times: and a brother is proved in distress.