“Wisdom wearieth, nothing is worth while; thou shalt not crave!”⁠—this new table found I hanging even in the public markets.

Break up for me, O my brethren, break up also that new table! The weary-o’-the-world put it up, and the preachers of death and the jailer: for lo, it is also a sermon for slavery:⁠—

Because they learned badly and not the best, and everything too early and everything too fast; because they ate badly: from thence hath resulted their ruined stomach;⁠—

—For a ruined stomach, is their spirit: it persuadeth to death! For verily, my brethren, the spirit is a stomach!