On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.
Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.
The words of truth are simple.
Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.
Know not to revere human things too much.