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Mary J. (Mary Joanna) Safford translation
Cast my warning to the winds, pity will also fly away with it Must—that word is a ploughshare which suits only loose soil Tender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knows There is nothing better than death, for it is peace Tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed Wait, child! What is life but waiting?