To have slaved so many years for nothing!
An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.
From where can your authority and license as a parent come from, when you who are old, do worse things?
For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.
A hairy body, and arms stiff with bristles, give promise of a manly soul.
The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.