There’s a big black woman who looks like a crow. She broke off thigh-bones, first one then another; she broke off arm-bones, first one then another; she broke off a skull like a curd-bowl, and then arranged them and sat nearby.
When an ignorant person builds up attachments, that dullard returns to suffering again and again. So let one who understands <j>not build up attachments: may I never again lie with a broken skull!
Verses of the Senior Monks 2.17 The Book of the Twos Chapter Two Tissa (3rd)
A shaven one wrapped in the outer robe gets many enemies when they receive food and drink, clothes and bedding.
Knowing this danger, this great fear in honors, a mendicant should wander mindful, with few possessions, not festering.
Verses of the Senior Monks 2.18 The Book of the Twos Chapter Two Kimbila (2nd)
In the Park of the East-Raftered Hall the Sakyan friends, having given up great wealth, are happy with the scraps in their bowls.
Energetic, resolute, always staunchly vigorous; having given up mundane delights, they enjoy the delights of the Dhamma.
Verses of the Senior Monks 2.19 The Book of the Twos Chapter Two Nanda