Ere to sleepThou liest down, prepare to guard thy life--A man is friendless in the hour of trial....I to the needy gave, the orphan nourished, Esteemed alike the lowly and the great; But he who ate my bread made insurrection, And those my hands raised up, occasion seizedRebellion to create.... They went aboutAll uniformed in garments that I gaveAnd deemed me but a shadow.... Those who sharedMy perfumes for anointment, rose betimesAnd broke into my harem.
The Instruction of Amenemhet