It is only great souls that know how much glory there is in being good.
What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?
You would rouse to anger a heart of stone.
Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bear-- don't fire up your hearts with so much grief. No reason to blame the pass you've come to now.
It is the task of a good man to help those in misfortune.
Know'st not whate'er we do is done in love?