To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender. — Euripides, Suppliant Women
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To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender.

— Euripides, Suppliant Women
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