Delusive hope still points to distant good.
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 distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.
Who cannot open an honest mind No friend will he be of mine.
Only one in command: that's the way in the home And the way in the state when it must find Measures best for mankind.
All is change; all yields its place and goes.