It's not beauty but fine qualities, my girl, that keep a husband.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
O virtue, I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade.
Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?
Enough is abundance to the wise.
All men know their children Mean more than life. If childless people sneer- Well, they've less sorrow. But what lonesome luck!