Robert Burton

Like the watermen that row one way and look another.

No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.

We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars; kings can invest knights and barons, as Sigismund the emperor confessed.

Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end.

See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.

Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes.

Fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun.

It is most true, stylus virum arguit, - our style betrays us.

A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich.

Tobacco, divine, rare, super excellent tobacco, which goes beyond all their panaceas, potable gold, and philosopher's stones, a sovereign remedy to all diseases. . . . But, as it is commonly abused by most men, which take it as tinkers do ale, 'tis a plague, a mischief, a violent purger of goods, lands, health, hellish, devilish, and damned tobacco, the ruin and overthrow of body and soul.