Lest the hearer put thee to shame, And thine evil report turn not back.
Remove my reproach that I have feared, For Thy judgments `are' good.
Apples of gold in imagery of silver, `Is' the word spoken at its fit times.
Thy cause plead with thy neighbour, And the secret counsel of another reveal not,
Better `is' a name than good perfume, And the day of death than the day of birth.