For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him

Misfortune Wandering The Same Track Lights Now Upon One And Now Upon Another.

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.