A Lover's Soul Lives In The Body

... Being Perpetually Charmed By His Familiar Siren, That Is, By His Geometry, He Neglected To Eat And Drink And Took No Care Of His Person; That He Was Often Carried By Force To The Baths, And When There He Would Trace Geometrical Figures In The Ashes Of The Fire, And With His Finger Draws Lines Upon His Body When It Was Anointed With Oil, Being In A State Of Great Ecstasy And Divinely Possessed By His Science.

The Man Who Is Completely Wise And Virtuous Has No Need Of Glory, Except So Far As It Disposes And Eases His Way To Action By The Greater Trust That It Procures Him.

The Drop Hollows Out The Stone Not By Strength, But By Constant Falling.

Nor Is Drunkenness Censured For Anything So Much As Its Intemperate And Endless Talk.

Nature And Wisdom Never Are At Strife.