Ah, Lives Of Men! When

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

Honor Modesty More Than Your Life.

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

Justice, Voiceless, Unseen, Seeth Thee When Thou Sleepest And When Thou Goest Forth And When Thou Liest Down. Continually Doth She Attend Thee, Now Aslant Thy Course, Now At A Later Time. These Lines Are From A Section Of Doubtful Or Spurious Fragments.