Under three things the earth trembles, yes, under four it cannot bear up:
Luxury is not befitting a fool; much less should a slave rule over princes.
The leech has two daughters: “Give,” and “Give.” Three things never get their fill, four never say, “Enough!”
This is the way of an adulterous woman: she eats, wipes her mouth, and says, “I have done no wrong.”
Under a slave who becomes king, and a fool who is glutted with food;
There are six things the Lord hates, yes, seven are an abomination to him;