On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does

For The Lips Of Zeus Do Not Know How To Lie, But Bring To Fulfilment Every Word.

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

The Cure Is In The House, Not Brought By Other Hands From Distant Places, But By Its Own, In Agony And Blood.

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

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.