Society worse than is pictured in novels,
Where no one is noble and nothing is true.
And woman herself worshipped only for beauty,
Regarded by man as no more than a slave,
To rear up his children and toil in the household,
With nothing ahead but the peace of the grave.
This was the life women passed at old Athens,
Though men reached the zenith in intellect's sky,
Outshining the world in their art and their reason,
But leaving the women to struggle and die.