To Many Mortals Silence Great Gain Brings.

Old Age Hath Stronger Sense Of Right Than Youth.

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

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.

Whoever Is New To Power Is Always Harsh.

Few Men Have The Natural Strength To Honor A Friend's Success Without Envy.