Youth draws a strong bow and often shoots beyond the mark.

It would be a pretty thing if out of foolish affection for you I were to try to play the siren that should ensnare the steersman of the house--your father--with flattering words.

You laugh at the grey-haired siren?
But love overlooks the ravages of years and has a good memory for all that was once pleasing.

Besides, men have not always wax in their ears when they should have.

Come now to your father." Dorothea went out past Polykarp and her daughter.