And instantly the fountain of her blood dried up. And she felt in her body that she was healed of that plague.

Does a fountain send forth at the same hole the sweet and the bitter?

Can the fig tree, my brothers, bear olive berries; or a vine, figs? So no fountain can yield both salt water and fresh.

And He said to me, It is done. I am the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who thirsts I will give of the fountain of the Water of Life freely.