But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.
What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
Do not kick against the pricks.
Nothing forces us to know What we do not want to know Except pain
On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
The words of truth are simple.