For Though I Am A Body Of

Reality Is Always The Foe Of Famous Names.

All Pleasure In The World Is A Passing Dream.

Virtue Is Health, Vice Is Sickness.

Gold, Silver, Jewels, Purple Garments, Houses Built Of Marble, Groomed Estates, Pious Paintings, Caparisoned Steeds, And Other Things Of This Kind Offer A Mutable And Superficial Pleasure; Books Give Delight To The Very Marrow Of One's Bones. They Speak To Us, Consult With Us, And Join With Us In A Living And Intense Intimacy.

Often On Earth The Gentlest Heart Is Fain To Feed And Banquet On Another's Woe.