 Woe to him that against-saith his maker, he who is but a tilestone of the earth of sands. Whether the clay saith to his potter, What makest thou?, and thy work is without hands? Woe to him who saith against, or contendest with, his Maker, he who is but a piece of tilestone, formed of the sands of the earth. Can the clay really say to its potter, What makest thou? or his work say to him, Thou hast no skill! 