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Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

¶ The full soul loathes a honeycomb, but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

¶ As a bird that wanders from her nest, so is a man that wanders from his place.

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Wounds from a friend can be trusted,
    but an enemy multiplies kisses.(A)

One who is full loathes honey from the comb,
    but to the hungry even what is bitter tastes sweet.

Like a bird that flees its nest(B)
    is anyone who flees from home.

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