Insanity is hereditary. You get it from your children. When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they're finished, I climb out. Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children.
Life is the other way round.
The fruit of the womb is a reward. For bodily exercise profits a little, but godliness is profitable for all things, having promise of the life that now is and of that which is to come. After a certain age, if you don't wake up aching in every joint, you are probably dead. The upper crust is a bunch of crumbs held together by dough. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, for which some have strayed from the faith in their greediness, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.