The One Knowing What Is

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

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

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

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