Everyone's Quick To Blame The

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.

I, Schooled In Misery, Know Many Purifying Rites, And I Know Where Speech Is Proper And Where Silence.

Respect The Altar Of Justice And Do Not, Looking To Profit, Dishonor It By Spurning With Godless Foot; For Punishment Will Come Upon You.

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 In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.