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.
Time is a child playing draughts, the kingly power is a child's.
I have sought for myself. It is a weariness to labor 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.