I am always on the women's side.
Women--wives and mothers--are the same everywhere.
Darkest of all Decembers ever has my life known, Sitting here by the embers, stunned, helpless, alone.
Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.
A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.
There is no slave, after all, like a wife...Poor women, poor slaves All married women, all children and girls who live in their father's house are slaves.