The fig tree, my brethren, cannot make olives, or the vine, figs: so no fountain can make salt and sweet water.
And I planted thee a vine of purple grapes, wholly a true seed: and how didst thou turn to me the removings of a strange vine?
Either make the tree good, and its fruit good; or make the tree rotten, and its fruit rotten; for the tree is known by its fruit.
And having seen one fig tree by the way, he came to it, and found nothing on it, except leaves only; and he says to it, Let no more fruit be from thee forever. And instantly the fig tree was dried up.
Much less from the same aperture does a fountain bubble out sweet and bitter?