Honor does not fit upon a fool Any more than snow belongs in summer. Answer folly only with discernment; Do not become the thing you must uncover. As a dog returns again to its own vomit, So a fool repeats the ruin he has known. There is greater hope for one who sees his folly Than the proud who think themselves alone as wise. The sluggard sees a lion in the roadway, Turns upon the bed as doors upon a hinge. Hands sink in the dish but will not lift it; Lazy minds invent a reason not to move. Without wood, the fire is extinguished. Without gossip, quarrels lose their flame. Whispered words go down like chosen morsels, Burning hidden chambers with their blame. Fervent lips may cover evil motives, Silver glaze may hide a vessel made of clay. Hatred can disguise itself in kindness, But deceit will finally be displayed. As a dog returns again to its own vomit, Do not circle back to what destroyed your soul. Leave the fool's conceit, the sluggard's hiding; Let the truth expose and make you whole.