And One Who Is Just Of His

Many Among Men Are They Who Set High The Show Of Honor, Yet Break Justice.

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

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.

Old Men Are Always Young Enough To Learn With Profit.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.