I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

Call No Man Happy Till He Is Dead.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.

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.

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.