Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

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 Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

If You Are Not Envied, You Are Not Enviable.