High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is

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.

On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The God Looks Favorably From Afar.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.

Base Men Who Prosper Are Unenviable.