Of Prosperity Mortals Can Never Have Enough.

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.

Alas For The Affairs Of Men! When They Are Fortunate You Might Compare Them To A Shadow; And If They Are Unfortunate, A Wet Sponge With One Dash Wipes The Picture Away.

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.