What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?
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.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
If one begins all deeds well, it is likely that they will end well too.
Old age and the passage of time teach all things.
To women silence gives their proper grace.