Joseph and Enan then retire to rest, and their sleep is sweet and long. By
strange and devious ways they continue their journey on the morrow,
starting at dawn. Again they pass the night at the house of one of Enan's
friends, Rabbi Judah, a ripe old sage and hospitable, who welcomes them
cordially, feeds them bountifully, gives them spiced dishes, wine of the
grape and the pomegranate, and then tells stories and proverbs "from the
books of the Arabs."
A man said to a sage, "Thou braggest of thy wisdom, but it came from me."
"Yes," replied the sage, "and it forgot its way back."--Who is the worst
of men? He who is good in his own esteem.--Said a king to a sage, "Sweet
would be a king's reign if it lasted forever." "Had such been your
predecessor's lot," replied the wise man, "how would you have reached the
throne?"--A man laid a complaint before the king; the latter drove the
suppliant out with violence. "I entered with one complaint," sighed the
man, "I leave with two."--What is style? Be brief and do not repeat
yourself.--The king once visited a nobleman's house, and asked the
latter's son, "Whose house is better, your father's or mine?" "My
father's," said the boy, "while the king is in it."--A king put on a new
robe, which did not become him. "It is not good to wear," said a
courtier, "but it is good to put on." The king put the robe on him.--A
bore visited a sick man. "What ails thee?" he asked. "Thy presence," said
the sufferer.--A man of high lineage abused a wise man of lowly birth.
"My lineage is a blot on me," retorted a sage, "thou art a blot on thy
lineage."--To another who reviled him for his lack of noble ancestry, he
retorted, "Thy noble line ends with thee, with me mine begins."--Diogenes
and Dives were attacked by robbers. "Woe is me," said Dives, "if they
recognize me." "Woe is me," said Diogenes, "if they do not recognize
me."--A philosopher sat by the target at which the archers were shooting.
"'Tis the safest spot," said he.--An Arab's brother died. "Why did he
die?" one asked. "Because he lived," was the answer.--"What hast thou
laid up for the cold weather?" they asked a poor fellow. "Shivering," he
answered.--Death is the dread of the rich and the hope of the
poor.--Which is the best of the beasts? Woman.--Hide thy virtues as thou
hidest thy faults.--A dwarf brought a complaint to his king. "No one,"
said the king, "would hurt such a pigmy." "But," retorted the dwarf, "my
injurer is smaller than I am."--A dolt sat on a stone. "Lo, a blockhead
on a block," said the passers-by.--"What prayer make you by night?" they
asked a sage. "Fear God by day, and by night you will sleep, not
pray."--Rather a wise enemy than a foolish friend.--Not everyone who
flees escapes, not everyone who begs has need.--A sage had weak eyes.
"Heal them," said they. "To see what?" he rejoined.--A fool quarrelled
with a sage. Said the former, "For every word of abuse I hear from thee,
I will retort ten." "Nay," replied the other, "for every ten words of
abuse I hear from thee, I will not retort one."--An honest man cannot
catch a thief.--All things grow with time except grief.--The character of
the sent tells the character of the sender.--What is man's best means of
concealment? Speech.--"Why walkest thou so slowly?" asked the lad of the
greybeard. "My years are a chain to my feet: and thy years are preparing
thy chain."--Do not swallow poison because you know an antidote.--The
king heard a woman at prayer. "O God," she said, "remove this king from
us." "And put a better in his stead," added the eavesdropping
monarch.--Take measure for this life as though thou wilt live forever;
prepare for the next world as though thou diest to-morrow.--"He will
die," said the doctor, but the patient recovered. "You have returned from
the other world," said the doctor when he met the man. "Yes," said the
latter, "and the doctors have a bad time there. But fear not. Thou art no
doctor."--Three things weary: a lamp that will not burn, a messenger that
dawdles, a table spread and waiting.
Then follows a string of sayings about _threes_:
Reason rules the body, wisdom is the pilot, law is its light. Might is
the lion's, burdens are the ox's, wisdom is man's; spinning the spider's,
building the bee's, making stores the ant's. In three cases lying is
permissible: in war, in reconciling man to man, in appeasing one's wife.
Their host concludes his lengthy list of sententious remarks thus:
A king had a signet ring, on which were engraved the words, "Thou hast
bored me: rise!" and when a guest stayed too long, he showed the visitor
the ring.-The heir of a wealthy man squandered his money, and a sage saw
him eating bread and salted olives. "Hadst thou thought that this would
be thy food, this would not be thy food."-Marry no widow. She will lament
her first husband's death.