May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

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

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.

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.