It Is An Ill Thing To Be

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

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.

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

In Few Men Is It Part Of Nature To Respect A Friend's Prosperity Without Begrudging Him.

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.