Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.

The gods and their tranquil abodes appear, which no winds disturb, nor clouds bedew with showers, nor does the white snow, hardened by frost, annoy them; the heaven, always pure, is without clouds, and smiles with pleasant light diffused.

Even if I knew nothing of the atoms, I would venture to assert on the evidence of the celestial phenomena themselves, supported by many other arguments, that the universe was certainly not created for us by divine power: it is so full of imperfections.

So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.

And part of the soil is called to wash away In storms and streams shave close and gnaw the rocks. Besides, whatever the earth feeds and grows Is restored to earth. And since she surely is The womb of all things and their common grave, Earth must dwindle, you see and take on growth again.

What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.