It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.
I war not with the dead.
Modesty is of no use to a beggar.
Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.
Each man delights in the work that suits him best.
Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.