Against Necessity, Against Its Strength, No One

The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

Call No Man Happy Till He Is Dead.

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.

Death Hath A Fairer Fame Than A Life Of Toil.

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