It is God's glory to conceal a matter; The honor of a king is searching it through. Remove the dross and silver finds its purpose; Remove the wicked, and the throne stands true. A word fitly spoken in its season Is golden fruit in silver set. Faithful correction to a willing listener Is an ornament the heart will not forget. Do not push yourself before a ruler; Better to be called than put to shame. Do not rush to court against your neighbor; A secret carelessly revealed destroys a name. If your enemy is hungry, give him bread; If he thirsts, then place the water near. North wind gathers rain, and hidden slander Brings an angry face and spreading fear. Like a city broken down without defenses Is the person with no rule upon the soul. Too much honey overwhelms the sweetness; Seek no praise beyond a measured goal. A word fitly spoken in its season Carries grace no treasure can replace. Let restraint and kindness guard your speaking; Set the truth like gold in silver space.