Youth holds no society with grief.
Happy is it to place a daughter; yet it pains a father's heart when he delivers to another's house a child, the object of his tender care.
Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.
The new-come stepmother hates the children born to a first wife.
Sound judgement, with discernment is the best of seers
You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.