Fear hurries on my tongue through want of courage.

I say you must not win an unjust case by oaths.

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.

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.

What exists outside is a man's concern; let no woman give advice; and do no mischief within doors.

. . . it is yours women's to be silent and stay within doors.

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.