The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand Of Hephaestus.

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.

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.