That flows to fit whatever form it finds"
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!"
work to make us happen."
"This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?"
"We only pass everything by like a transposition of air."
cannot remove in a fairly short time."
"You shall not go down twice to the same river, nor can you go home again."