Poisoners and assassins are born under the Scorpion.

Cross-eyed people who look at the vegetables and sneak away with the bacon, are born under the Archer.
Horny-handed sons of toil are born under Capricorn.

Bartenders and pumpkin-heads are born under the Water-Carrier.

Caterers and rhetoricians are born under the Fishes: and so the world turns round, just like a mill, and something bad always comes to the top, and men are either being born or else they're dying.

As to the sod and the honeycomb in the middle, for I never do anything without a reason, Mother Earth is in the centre, round as an egg, and all that is good is found in her, just like it is in a honeycomb.".