The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman,

. . . It Is Yours Women's To Be Silent And Stay Within Doors.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

Old Age Hath Stronger Sense Of Right Than Youth.