Nowise for mortals, such
As those by whom the good and fair
Of things denied their touch
Is trampled!
but he was profane.That they do care, has been made plainTo offspring of the over-bold,Outbreathing Ares
greater than is just —Houses that spill with more than they can hold,More than is best for man. Be man’s what mustKeep harm off, so that in himself he findSufficiency — the well-endowed of mind!For there’s no bulwark in man’s wealth to himWho, through a surfeit, kicks — into the dimAnd disappearing — Right’s great altar.
Yes —It urges him, the sad persuasiveness,