She is free yet entangles herself, empty yet groans as if carrying a burden. She has sat down in the quarter where the shunned dwell, willingly taking the stocks upon herself in the stocks of low habits, bound by her own nature. Listen, sisters: a truly worthy woman feels no shame before others, for she is content in the high seat of faithful service to her husband. Without speaking she broods in worry, and without being struck she runs away. She does not love her husband's bed but sleeps amid the storms of worldly distraction. She has eyes yet is blind, ears yet is deaf, a tongue yet is mute. Says Tuka, her downfall and her companions have all become one.