Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still

Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, / But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

By confronting us with irreducible mysteries that stretch our daily vision to include infinity, nature opens an inviting and guiding path toward a spiritual life.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine

And it will fall out as in a complication of diseases, that by applying a remedy to one sore, you will provoke another; and that which removes the one ill symptom produces others.