Do not boast about tomorrow; you don’t know what it may bring
Let a stranger tell your story, it is not for you to sing.
Wrath is cru-el; anger’s stronger; jealousy’s the worst of three.
Sated appetites spurn honey. Gluttony finds all things sweet.
Pleasant fragrance gladdens hearts but trouble tears the human soul.
Much like hell that never fills, we wish for stuff to make us whole.
Silver is refined when melted; gold by heat is purified.
Praise defeats a human’s virtue when it interects with pride.
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Source: Proverbs 27:1,2,4,7,9,20,21
Text: © David Alexander, 2021
Tune: Drake’s Broughton, Public Domain
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