Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of

To A Father Growing Old Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter.

Silence And Chaste Reserve Is Woman's Genuine Praise, And To Remain Quiet Within The House.

Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I Am Dead.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.