Socrates: Come then, wrap yourself up, and having given your mind play with subtilty, revolve your affairs by little and little, rightly distinguishing and examining.

Strepsiades: Ah me, unhappy man!

Socrates: Keep quiet; and if you be puzzled in any one of your conceptions, leave it and go; and then set your mind in motion again, and lock it up.

Strepsiades: (in great glee). O dearest little Socrates!