Of Prosperity Mortals Can Never

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.

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

They Who Prosper Take On Airs Of Vanity.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.