And the gods are absent and the men are still Noli me tangere, my soul is forfeit. Some are now happy in the hive of home, Thigh over thigh and a light in the night nursery, And some are hungry under the starry dome And some sit turning handles.
Noli me tangere.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain There is written, her fair neck round about: Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame. See Bible118:23.
Noli turbare circulos meos. or Noli tangere circulos meos.Archimedes