Reason Is Immortal, All Else Mortal.

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.

The Soul Of Man Is Divided Into Three Parts, Intelligence, Reason, And Passion. Intelligence And Passion Are Possessed By Other Animals, But Reason By Man Alone.

Let A Man Use Great Reverence And Manners To Himself.

Abstain From Animals.

As The Sea-crab Swimmeth Always Against The Stream, So Doth Wit Always Against Wisdom.