The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 1.32.7

1.32.7

alaṃkāro hi nārīṇāṃ kṣamā tu puruṣasya vā
duṣkaraṃ tac ca vaḥ kṣāntaṃ tridaśeṣu viśeṣataḥ

The pious king, with grief distressed,
The noble hundred thus addressed:
'With patience, daughters, bear your fate,
Yours was a deed supremely great
When with one mind you kept from shame
The honour of your father's name.
Patience, when men their anger vent,
Is woman's praise and ornament;
Yet when the Gods inflict the blow
Hard is it to support the woe.
Patience, my girls, exceeds all price:
'Tis alms, and truth, and sacrifice.
Patience is virtue, patience fame:
Patience upholds this earthly frame.
And now, I think, is come the time
To wed you in jour maiden prime.
Now, daughters, go where'er you will:
Thoughts for your good my mind shall fill.'