Nothing forces us to know What we do not want to know Except pain
For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.
Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.
Necessity is stronger far than art.
. . . it is yours women's to be silent and stay within doors.
Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.