The way up and the way down is one and the same. In the circumference of a circle the beginning and end are common. It is pleasure to souls to become moist. A man, when he gets drunk, is led by a beardless lad, tripping, knowing not where he steps, having his soul moist. The dry soul is the wisest and best.
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.