May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.

By polluting clear water with slime you will never find good drinking water.

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

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

Justice turns the scale, bringing to some learning through suffering.

But let the good prevail.

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