Note 32 — Chapter XV · THE FRAGMENTS OF ÆSCHYLUS, SOPHOCLES, AND EURIPIDES.

Now am I naught—abandoned: oftentimes I've noticed how to this we women fall, How we are naught. In girlhood and at home Our life's the sweetest life men ever know, For careless joy is a glad nurse to all: But when we come to youth, gleeful and gay, Forth are we thrust, and bought and sold and bartered, Far from our household gods, from parents far, Some to strange husbands, to barbarians some, To homes uncouth, to houses foul with shame. Yea, let but one night yoke us, all these things Must needs forthwith be praised and held for fair.