Classic Poem

" You figure of flesh, abode of appetites,
" Duped by mean motives, frivolous in feeling,
" Go your own gait; enjoy those gross delights
" I work elsewhere, in search of heaven-sent healing."

Thus bragged the spirit, positive in pride,
Till from far off a wisening voice replied —
" Of body and soul there can be no division;
" Soul should embrace it, cherish and control
" Our two great halves must share a single vision.
" Let mutual services unite them whole."

Then spirit asked forgiveness of the brain;
And all went well. The speaker was Montaigne.