men

I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.

Old men are always young enough to learn with profit.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

Good fortune is a god among men, and more than a god.

Few men have the natural strength to honour a friend's success without envy.

But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.

Here dead lie we because we did not choose To live and shame the land from which we sprung Life to be sure, is nothing much to lose; But young men think it is, and we were young.

What luck for the rulers that men do not think.