Man is kindled and put out like a light in the night-time. Time is a child playing draughts, the kingly power is a child's. It is a weariness to labour for the same masters and be ruled by them. It rests by changing. Even the posset separates if it is not stirred.
Corpses are more fit to be cast out than dung.
A man may be a grandfather in thirty years. Thought is common to all. Those who speak with understanding must hold fast to what is common to all as a city holds fast to its law, and even more strongly. For all human laws are fed by the one divine law. It prevails as much as it will, and suffices for all things with something to spare.