In Time Of Sickness The Soul Collects

Wine Maketh The Band Quivering, The Eye Watery, The Night Unquiet, Lewd Dreams, A Stinking Breath In The Morning, And An Utter Forgetfulness Of All Things.

Human Nature Craves Novelty.

A Short Death Is The Sovereign Good Hap Of Human Life.

As For The Garden Of Mint, The Very Smell Of It Alone Recovers And Refreshes Our Spirits, As The Taste Stirs Up Our Appetite For Meat.

The Desire To Know A Thing Is Heightened By Its Gratification Being Deferred.