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17 Blessed art thou, O land, when thy king is the son of nobles, and thy princes eat in due season, for strength and not for drunkenness!

18 By much slothfulness the building decayeth, and through idleness of the hands the house leaks.

19 A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry; but money answereth all things.

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