It Is An Ill Thing

Time In His Aging Overtakes All Things Alike.

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

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.

When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth Appropriate Shafts, There Might Be A Word To Act As Healer Of These.