Whom the gods destroy, they first make mad.

Dishonor will not trouble me, once I am dead.

To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.

My hands are clean, but my heart has somewhat of impurity.

All men know their children mean more than life.

Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.