The burden becomes light that is shared by love.
Beauty- it was a favor bestowed by the gods.
A ruler should be slow to punish and swift to reward.
Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.
Enhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.
You put aside the work that's done, and seek some work to do.