But I Must Bear My Destiny As

The So-called Mother Of The Child Isn't The Child's Begetter, But Only A Sort Of Nursing Soil For The New-sown Seed. The Man, The One On Top, Is The True Parent, While She, A Stranger, Foster's A Stranger's Sprout.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

Don't Try To Make Intelligent Decisions When Your Brain Is Hyped

We Shall Perish By Guile Just As We Slew.

Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.