November 23, 1607
Speaking of comets and carafes–
I have observed that people are like flasks of wine. Go to a tavern. Look at the flasks, before you drink the wine. Some bottles don’t have much decoration on them. They are dusty and naked to the bone… but full of such wine that people rhapsodize upon it, calling it glorious and divine. Then look at the other bottles with the handsome labels. More often than not, they are filled with air, or perfume, or rouge. Their contents are not fit for consumption. Only the bottles are fit… to pee into! GG