Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour

You don't know what your life is, nor what you're doing, nor who you are.

Receive the god into your kingdom
pour libations, cover your head with ivy, join the dance!

In childbirth grief begins.

Mortal fate is hard. You'd best get used to it.

Of all creatures that can feel and think,
we women are the worst treated things alive