Think how beautiful life was, and what it is now. Ah, my rough lion-skin that you tried to take away from me. You'd trick us out of our armour, too, making believe it was tinsel. No, it was iron, iron, before it became tinsel. In the olden days it was the smith who forged the coat of mail, now it's the sempstress.
Rude strength is brought down by scheming weakness.
Let me put my head on your lap. Ah, that's warmer. Lean over me, so that I can feel your breast. A man doesn't have children, it's only women who get children. That's why the future is theirs, and we die childless.