In my sleep the image of the prophet Cassandra appeared and offered blazing brands. 'Look here for Troy; here is your home!' she cried. The time to act is now; such signs do not allow delay. Here are four altars raised to Neptune; the god himself gives us the will, the torches.
Know first, the heaven, the earth, the main, the moon's pale orb, the starry train, are nourished by a soul, a bright intelligence, which darts its influence through the several parts and animates the whole.
Mind moves matter.
O farmers, pray that your summers be wet and your winters clear.