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Let A Man Use Great Reverence And Manners To Himself.

Number Is The Ruler Of Forms And Ideas, And The Cause Of Gods And Demons.

Friendship Is One Soul In Two Bodies.

Neither Will The Horse Be Adjudged To Be Generous, That Is Sumptuously Adorned, But The Horse Whose Nature Is Illustrious; Nor Is The Man Worthy Who Possesses Great Wealth, But He Whose Soul Is Generous.

Souls Never Die, But Always On Quitting One Abode Pass To Another. All Things Change, Nothing Perishes. The Soul Passes Hither And Thither, Occupying Now This Body, Now That... As A Wax Is Stamped With Certain Figures, Then Melted, Then Stamped Anew With Others, Yet It Is Always The Same Wax. So, The Soul Being Always The Same, Yet Wears At Different Times Different Forms.