Ah! What is man? Wherefore does he why? Whence did he whence? Whither is he withering?

And he said, Hagar, Sarai's maid, whence camest thou? and whither wilt thou go? And she said, I flee from the face of my mistress Sarai.

And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.

Maidens withering on the stalk.

Every why has a wherefore.

For every why he had a wherefore