"What profit could I ever hope to gain
when hearkening to the prattle of a nurse?"
Thus often must a worried man complain,
who, trusting woman, finds her art a curse.
"Nam quae praeda, rogas, quae spes contingere posset,
iurgia nutricis cum mihi verba darent?"
Haec sibi dicta putet seque hac sciat arte notari,
femineam quisquis credidit esse fidem.
iurgia nutricis cum mihi verba darent?"
Haec sibi dicta putet seque hac sciat arte notari,
femineam quisquis credidit esse fidem.
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Jack Lindsay, Song of a Falling World (1948), p. 60