Wine, not too much, inspires and make the mind,to the soft joys of Venus strong inclined,which, buried in excess, unapt to love,stupidly lies and knows not hom to move
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.
Against the bold, daring is unsafe.
There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius.