When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.
William ShakespeareHe's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.
William Shakespeare