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 Let no man the fate before him see, For so is he freest from sorrow.

A brand from a brand is kindled and burned, And fire from fire begotten; And man by his speech is known to men, And the stupid by their stillness.

He must early go forth who fain the blood Or the goods of another would get; The wolf that lies idle shall win little meat, Or the sleeping man success.

He must early go forth whose workers are few, Himself his work to seek; Much remains undone for the morning-sleeper, For the swift is wealth half won.

Of seasoned shingles and strips of bark For the thatch let one know his need, And how much of wood he must have for a month, Or in half a year he will use.

Washed and fed to the council fare, But care not too much for thy clothes; Let none be ashamed of his shoes and hose, Less still of the steed he rides, (Though poor be the horse he has.)