From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?

[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.

True piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.

For fools admire and love those things they see hidden in verses turned all upside down, and take for truth what sweetly strokes the ears and comes with sound of phrases fine imbued.

What came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.